Thou hast driven, into the sea, thy chariot-horses. Foaming are the mighty waters!

Wholly for violence it doth come in, Their faces swallowing up the east wind, And it doth gather as the sand a captivity.

Thou didst strike through with his scepter, the heads of his plan people: which come as a stormy wind to scatter me abroad, and are glad when they may eat up the poor secretly.

Then he shall sweep by [as] a wind, and shall pass over, and be guilty; he whose might is his god.