You march with your horses into the sea, into the mighty raging waters.
Your road went through the sea. Your path went through raging water, but your footprints could not be seen.
Like a shepherd, you led your people. You had Moses and Aaron take them by the hand.
With a blast from your nostrils, the water piled up. The waves stood up like a dam. The deep water thickened in the middle of the sea.
The Lord is not angry with the rivers, is he? If you are angry with the rivers, if you are furious with the sea, ⌞why⌟ do you ride your horses, your chariots of salvation?