Matthew
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9 The enemye sayd: I wyl folowe and ouertake them, & wyll deuyde the spoyle: I wyll satysfye my lust vpon them: I wyll drawe my swerde, & myne hande shal destroy them.
10 Thou bluest with thy breth & the sea couered them, & they sancke as leed in the mighty waters.