Éxodo 15

Au souffle de ta face les eaux s'amoncellent, les ondes se dressent comme une digue, les flots se figent au sein de la mer.

Con el soplo de tus narices se amontonaron las aguas; paráronse las corrientes como en un montón; los abismos se cuajaron en medio de la mar.

And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, the floods stood upright as an heap, and the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.

With the blast of your nostrils, the waters were piled up. The floods stood upright as a heap. The deeps were congealed in the heart of the sea.