11 When I said,
‘This far you may come, but no farther,
And here your proud waves ^amust stop!’ ‡

12 “Have you ^acommanded the morning since your days began,
And caused the dawn to know its place, ‡

14 It takes on form like clay under a seal,
And stands out like a garment.

15 From the wicked their ^alight is withheld,
And ^bthe upraised arm is broken. ‡