In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,

Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.

Removing deep things out of darkness, And He bringeth out to light death-shade.

The deep hath said, 'It is not in me,' And the sea hath said, 'It is not with me.'

In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.

Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down?

As a stone waters are hidden, And the face of the deep is captured.

He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.