The Lord shall dry up the tongue of the Sea of Egypt, and wave his hand over the Euphrates with his fierce wind, And divide it into seven streamlets, so that it can be crossed in sandals.
And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and enter Zion singing, crowned with everlasting joy; They meet with joy and gladness, sorrow and mourning flee away.
A highway will be there, called the holy way; No one unclean may pass over it, but it will be for his people; no traveler, not even fools, shall go astray on it.
Why was no one there when I came? Why did no one answer when I called? Is my hand too short to ransom? Have I not the strength to deliver? See, with my rebuke I dry up the sea, I turn rivers into wilderness; Their fish rot for lack of water, and die of thirst.
in their every affliction. It was not an envoy or a messenger, but his presence that saved them. Because of his love and pity the Lord redeemed them, Lifting them up and carrying them all the days of old.
I will cross over to Egypt and smite the waves of the sea, and all the depths of the Nile will dry up. The pride of Assyria will be cast down, and the scepter of Egypt disappear.