You trampled the sea with Your horses, churning the great waters.
Your path led through the sea, Your way through the mighty waters, but Your footprints were not to be found.
Were You angry at the rivers, O LORD? Was Your wrath against the streams? Did You rage against the sea when You rode on
At the blast of Your nostrils the waters piled up; like a wall the currents stood firm; the depths congealed in the hear