Has the flood come again and made the world a waste
So that one cannot see the face of the dry land,
And no man is there and no beast and no bird?
Have they all come to an end and lain down in sorrow?
To see even mountain or marsh would be a rest for me,
And the desert itself would be sweet.
But I look on every side and there is nothing.
But only water and sky and ark,
and Leviathan making the abyss to boil,
so that one deems the deep to be ancient.
And the heart of the sea conceals the ship,
as though she were a stolen thing in the sea's hand.