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With the blast of Your nostrils the waters piled up.
    The floods stood upright as a heap.
    The deeps became firm ground in the heart of the sea.
The enemy said, “I will pursue,
    I will overtake, I will divide the spoil.
    My lust shall gorge on them!
    I will draw my sword—my hand will destroy them.”
10 You blew with Your wind, the sea covered them.
They sank like lead in the mighty waters.

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