8. 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.
9. The enemy said, ‘I will pursue, I will overtake,I will divide the spoil, my desire shall have its fill of them.I will draw my sword; my hand shall destroy them.’
10. You blew with your wind; the sea covered them;they sank like lead in the mighty waters.