"He established the earth upon its foundations,
So that it will not totter forever and ever.
Thou didst cover it with the deep as with a garment;
The waters were standing above the mountains.
At Thy rebuke they fled;
At the sound of Thy thunder they hurried away.
The mountains rose; the valleys sank down
To the place which Thou didst establish for them.
Thou didst set a boundary that they may not pass over;
That they may not return to cover the earth."
In another place it is said,
"The waters saw Thee, O God! the waters saw Thee; they were afraid--in anguish."
Let's see, this could be a description of what happened at Creation, but it sounds more like when the floods covered the earth, "the great breaking up of the fountains of the deep." "While the protrusion of the waters would raise the circumambient crust (Adam Clarke rally likes that word!), so as to form mountains, the other parts falling in, to fill up the vacuum occasioned by the waters which were thrown up from the central abyss, would constitute valleys."
I think it's a little tongue in cheek--yeah, God has a very dry humor sometimes--that He says, "so that it will not totter forever." I can just imagine the ark on Mt. Ararat as the water subsides doing a little tottering. The thunder that probably accompanied the very first rain on the earth might have just as well rebuked it as the waters fled. Remember, when God speaks, so it is, like at Creation. Just as He said it, and it was, so if He rebukes it, it flees.
Now to all the global warming alarmists, God is the One who sets the boundaries for the waters. He uses the solar and lunar attractions, the very rotation and gravitation of the earth on its own axis, does it at His own pleasure, "the will and energy of God. Thus the sea is prevented from drowning the earth equally where there are flat shores as where the sea seems hemmed in by hug mounds of land and mountains. The above, not these, are the bounds which it cannot pass, so that they cannot turn again to cover the earth." (Adam Clarke) Remember the rainbow? It is God's promise that He will never flood the earth again.
"Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over, that they turn not again to cover the earth."
I'm childlike enough to stand at the seashore with waves foaming, lapping at my feet then receding to feel the power of God in place. Even sneaker waves can be outrun and will retreat. We were almost caught in one in Oregon when my friend barely caught her toddler in time and his boots were sucked away. Nevertheless, that vast, seemingly endless ocean stops and comes no further than where it has cast seaweed and perhaps a log here or there. Imagine if it were as capricious with tsunamis all the time rather than when the deeps shift in earthquakes and send the giant waves ashore. Remembering the huge tsunami in Japan is overwhelming, yet it too receded making us glad that it was a cataclysmic event: just a little reminder that we are dealing with the powers of nature that are so unimaginably greater than we, lest we forget.
Umm, think, the Grand Canyon. We have been brainwashed--yeah, I took a college geology course too--which proclaimed that it was relentless carved over millions of years by a meandering river. It doesn't take into account the petrified logs that jut through the layers that supposedly were from different geological periods of a million years here and a million years there. The only explanation is the cataclysmic event of the great flood. It settled just as when Mt. Hood erupted and logs were settled into the waters jutting through the layers of silt. The flood also explains why tiny seashells are found on high mountain tops far from the ocean.
Can you picture the earth with a huge sigh expanding her chest then releasing it? Mountains rose, valleys sank down. God is poetic like that. "Let the waters under the heaven be gathered to one place, and let the dry land appear." (Genesis 1:9) Yeah, God let the ark rock a little, totter a bit, before He set 'er down slowly. Some say it's still there in Turkey, on Mt. Ararat like giant ribs on the mountaintop, as the song goes, "and He left it high and dry."
Have you heard about the Creation Museum in Kentucky with a huge exact reproduction of the ark built by a millionaire? (They call us deranged!) But that's for another grand adventure.
I leave you with a poem by Lord Byron, "Storm at Night..."
"The sky is changed!--and such a change! Oh night,
And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength,
as is the dark eye in woman!
Far along, from peak to peak,
the rattling crags among
Leaps the live thunder!
Not from one lone cloud,
But every mountain now hath found a tongue,
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
And this is in the night;--Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be
A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,--
A portion of the tempest and of thee!
How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea,
And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!
And now again 'tis black, --and now, the glee
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth,
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me,--could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Souk heart, mind, passions, feeling, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe--into one word,
And that one word were Lightning,
I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most voiceless thought,
sheathing it as a sword."
(Lord Byron, you still speak after all these years!)