"I used to say: "I will die in my home. I'm going to live as many days as there are grains of sand on the shore.

Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you set a watch over me?

By his power he stills the sea; by his wisdom he cut Rahab the great sea monster to pieces.

The sea is luminescent behind him; his wake turns the sea white, like those with gray hair.

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

Lo, He hath spread over it His light, And the roots of the sea He hath covered,

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

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

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