¹⁴ Their warriors rushed in to scatter us,
    thrilled to consume their poor victims in secret,
But You turned their weapons against them
    and pierced the heads of their warriors with their own arrows.^[a]
15 You marched on the sea with Your horses,
    stirring up raging waters and overwhelming waves.

¹⁶ I listened and began to feel sick with fear; my insides churned.
    My lips quivered at the sound.
Decay crept into my bones;
    I stood there shaking.
Now I wait quietly for the day of distress;
    I sit and wait for the time when disaster strikes those who attacked my people.