Add parallel Print Page Options

When I made a cloud its garment
And dense gloom its swaddling band,
10 And I [a](A)placed boundaries on it
And set a bolt and doors,
11 And I said, ‘Thus far you shall come, but no farther;
And here shall your proud waves stop’?

Read full chapter

Footnotes

  1. Job 38:10 Lit broke My decree on it