You made people like fish in the sea, like animals in the sea that have no ruler.

But you trample on the sea with your horses, on the surging, raging waters.

For recognition of the Lord’s sovereign majesty will fill the earth just as the waters fill up the sea.

Is the Lord mad at the rivers? Are you angry with the rivers? Are you enraged at the sea? Is this why you climb into your horse-drawn chariots, your victorious chariots?

All of them intend to do violence; every face is determined. They take prisoners as easily as one scoops up sand.