Paraphrase: Psalm 107 -- a song of the sea

The seamen go down to the sea in their great ships, 

following the shipping lines through the transient waters

Business they call it, but it is actually adventure to exotic lands

Tarshish, Sardinia, Tora Bora, Vancouver

And they find God there in the vastness, 
in the mysteries of the depths of the ocean

They find God in the broad night sky and 
the silent breezes of the noonday

He may blow the wind and cast the waves 

as high as heaven: he is king over the flood

The ships ride up with them, and fall into the trenches

Their hearts melt in fear, their vessels reeling to and fro

Staggering like a boy from a pub

They are pushed to the ends of faith

So they cry out to God, Save us Lord

else we perish -- and he hears their fears

He commands the storm, Peace! be still 

The waves settle down

And they are glad 

because they have found stillness

The signal is lowered, 

the ship is secure, 

And he brings them home again.