You trampled the sea with your horses, the surging of mighty waters.
Your way was through the sea, your path through the great waters; yet your footprints were unseen.
Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord? Was your anger against the rivers, or your indignation against the sea, when you rode on your horses, on your chariot of salvation?
At the blast of your nostrils the waters piled up; the floods stood up in a heap; the deeps congealed in the heart of the sea.
You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.