Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.

Who placed its measures -- if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched out upon it a line?

And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,

To make for the wind a weight, And the waters He meted out in measure.