5,6 My Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,

touches the earth, a mere touch, and it trembles.

The whole world goes into mourning.

Earth swells like the Nile at flood stage;

then the water subsides, like the great Nile of Egypt.

God builds his palace—towers soaring high in the skies,

foundations set on the rock-firm earth.

He calls ocean waters and they come,

then he ladles them out on the earth.

God, your God, does all this.

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