Rotherham(i)
7 And, in the greatness of thine exaltation, dost thou tear down thine opposers,––Thou dost send forth thy wrath, it consumeth them, as straw;
8 And, with the blast of thy nostrils, heaped up are the waters, Upreared like a mound, are the flowing waves,––Roaring deeps are congealed, in the heart of the sea.