You trampled the sea with your horses, churning the mighty waters.
Your way was through the sea, your path through the mighty waters, yet your footprints were unseen.
You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
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.
Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord, or your anger against the rivers or your rage against the sea, when you drove your horses, your chariots to victory?