7 And in the abundance of Thine excellency Thou throwest down Thy withstanders, Thou sendest forth Thy wrath -- It consumeth them as stubble.
8 And by the spirit of Thine anger Have waters been heaped together; Stood as a heap have flowings; Congealed have been depths In the heart of a sea.
9 The enemy said, I pursue, I overtake; I apportion spoil; Filled is my soul with them; I draw out my sword; My hand destroyeth them: --
10 Thou hast blown with Thy wind The sea hath covered them; They sank as lead in mighty waters.
11 Who 'is' like Thee among the gods, O Jehovah? Who 'is' like Thee -- honourable in holiness -- Fearful in praises -- doing wonders?
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