You marched forth, Your horses in the sea— much water foaming.
The sound of Your thunder was in the whirlwind. Lightning lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.
Your way was in the sea, and Your path in the mighty waters, but Your footprints were not seen.
With the blast of Your nostrils the waters piled up. The floods stood upright as a heap. The deeps became firm ground in the heart of the sea.
Adonai, is your wrath against rivers? Or Your anger at the rivers? Or is Your fury with the sea? For You ride on Your horses, Your chariots of salvation!