¹¹ Shudder, you complacent ones;
tremble, you overconfident ones!
Strip yourselves bare^(A)
and put sackcloth round your waists.

² just as fire kindles brushwood,
and fire boils water –
to make your name known to your enemies,
so that nations would tremble at your presence!

²² Do you not fear me?
This is the Lord’s declaration.
Do you not tremble before me,
the one who set the sand as the boundary of the sea,
an enduring barrier that it cannot cross?^(A)
The waves surge, but they cannot prevail.
They roar, but cannot pass over it.