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16 Then the bed of the sea appeared;
    the world’s foundations lay bare,
At the roar of the Lord,
    at the storming breath of his nostrils.(A)
17 He reached down from on high and seized me,
    drew me out of the deep waters.(B)
18 He rescued me from my mighty enemy,
    from foes too powerful for me.

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