Rotherham(i)
6 Thy right hand, O Yahweh, is splendid in power,––Thy right hand, O Yahweh, dasheth in pieces a foe;
7 And, in the greatness of thine exaltation, dost thou tear down thine opposers,––Thou dost send forth thy wrath, it consumeth them, as straw;
8 And, with the blast of thy nostrils, heaped up are the waters, Upreared like a mound, are the flowing waves,––Roaring deeps are congealed, in the heart of the sea.
9 Said the foe––I will pursue–overtake, divide spoil,––Take her fill of them––shall my soul, I will bare my sword, root them out––shall my hand.
10 Thou didst blow with thy wind, they were covered by the sea,––They rolled like lead, into the waters so wide.