YLT(i)
9 The enemy said, I pursue, I overtake; I apportion spoil; Filled is my soul with them; I draw out my sword; My hand destroyeth them: —
10 Thou hast blown with Thy wind The sea hath covered them; They sank as lead in mighty waters.
11 Who is like Thee among the gods, O Jehovah? Who is like Thee—honourable in holiness—Fearful in praises—doing wonders?