You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Your way was through the sea; your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.
You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moshe and Aharon.
With the blast of your nostrils, the waters were piled up. The floods stood upright as a heap. The deeps were congealed in the heart of the sea.
Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?