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27 verses. Moses writes and recites a magnificent poem commemorating God's miracle drowning Pharaoh and his war chariots. Israel begins its journey in the desert towards the holy land. They walk three days and arrive at a well where the water are bitter. The people complain and God instructs Moses to toss over a tree -- sweetening the water. God warns Israel to be obedient and spare themselves the "Egyptian disease".
Moses victory poem extends over 18 verses:
Let me rise with a song to God Almighty -- God, so swell, so dominant! Horse and its rider He tossed, shot, into the sea!
My God given strength, permeated by God's music has offered me salvation.
This is my God. I shall find comfort and praise with Him; This is the God of my father, I shall exalt, I shall place Him high.
God is a man of war, God is His name!
Pharaoh's chariots, Pharaoh's might He shot -- splashed -- into the very sea!
His choice deputies were drowned in the reed sea.
The interior of the sea has covered them all; into the depth they have descended like a stone so heavy.
Your right arm, God, bursts with power, that Arm would crash your enemy.
With the abundance of your greatness you shall destroy those who challenge you.
Dispatching your anger; devouring them like hay.
Your intimate breeze will pile up water; liquids would stand up as if a wall.
The depth of the sea has come to be still.
Boastful, the enemy designed to give chase, to catch its prey, to divide the spoils, to entertain his fancy; "I shall sink my sword; I shall inherit with the strength of my arm!" -- so he said!
Yet, You, God, just gave rise to a breeze, and the full might of the sea covered them all; O' they went down as fast as lead, down, down in the masses of the water so powerful.
Who is to compare to you, God Almighty, Who is similar, so glorious in His utter holiness.
Awesome with grandeur, the maker of magic.
Just titled, you did, your right arm, and the land, the land has swollen them complete.
With your divine grace you have guided, this very people, your people whom you have redeemed.
You lead, you handled, you managed your people with your strength, all the way until arriving at the abode of your holiness.
Tribes on your way have gotten word of your design, and they were mightily irritated.
Terror gripped the inhabitants of Palestine; the generals of Edom got a real scare; the mighty of Moab were utterly trembling, the residents of Canaan faded, and withered; a fear so profound has befallen on them. When your arm rises, they all turn silent, paralyzed, until such time when your people, so divinely chosen, so Godly owned, pass through!
You shall bring them, You shall plant your people in the mountain you designed for their occupation. This is your act of establishing a prepared place for Your Residence, O' God Almighty!
Your Temple, your Holy Temple, you have erected, You have set in place with your very hands, God.
Thee shall rule from here to eternity!