With rage, the sea pounds the shore, stirring sand into the air in little swirls and washing thick foam toward my feet.
Without ceasing, the mighty waves thunder, and the air roars with droplets of salt water.
The rapids and currents sweep my feet from beneath.
Your love rages with a passion, stirring my soul to follow and washing over me heavily.
Your love is as unceasing as the thundering waves and constant as the droplets of water;
It sweeps my feet from under me.