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At the (A)blast of your nostrils the waters piled up;
    the (B)floods stood up in a pile;
    the deeps congealed in the heart of the sea.
The enemy said, (C)‘I will pursue, I will overtake,
    I (D)will divide the spoil, my desire shall have its fill of them.
    I will draw my sword; my hand shall destroy them.’
10 You (E)blew with your wind; the (F)sea covered them;
    they sank like lead in the mighty waters.

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