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.