Coverdale(i)
8 Who shutt the see with dores, when it brake forth as a childe out off his mothers wombe?
9 When I made the cloudes to be a coueringe for it, and swedled it with ye darcke?
10 when I gaue it my comaundement, makynge dores & barres for it,
11 sayenge: Hither to shalt thou come, but no further, and here shalt thou laye downe thy proude and hye wawes.