ECB(i)
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.
11 Who is like you, O Yah Veh, among the el? Who is like you, mighty in holiness? - awesome in halals, working marvels?
12 You spread your right; the earth swallows them: