Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.
Thy way was in the sea, And thy paths in the great waters, And thy footsteps were not known.
Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation?
And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were piled up, The floods stood upright as a heap; The deeps were congealed in the heart of the sea.
Thou leddest thy people like a flock, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.