|Exodus 15: 8 - 10, 12, 17
||At the blast of thy nostrils the waters piled up, the floods stood up in a heap; the deeps congealed in the heart of the sea.
||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.'
||Thou didst blow with thy wind, the sea covered them; they sank as lead in the mighty waters.
||Thou didst stretch out thy right hand, the earth swallowed them.
||Thou wilt bring them in, and plant them on thy own mountain, the place, O LORD, which thou hast made for thy abode, the sanctuary, LORD, which thy hands have established.