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At the breath of your nostrils, the waters piled up.
    The flood waters piled up and stood like a mound;
    the deep waters congealed in the midst of the sea.
“The enemy had said, ‘I will pursue and overtake them.
    I will divide the spoil, and my passion will be satisfied on them.
    I will draw my sword, and my hand will destroy them.’
10 You blew your wind, and the sea covered them.
    Like lead they sank in the mighty waters.

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