ECB(i)
8 And with the spirit/wind of your nostrils the waters heap: the flows stand upright as a heap and the abysses curdle in the heart of the sea.
9 The enemy says, I pursue! I overtake! I allot the loot! My soul is filled of them: I draw my sword; my hand dispossesses them.
10 You puff your spirit/wind; the sea covers them: they sink as lead in the mighty waters.