Ex
15:1…18 Saturday Morning 1
I will sing to Yahweh,
glorious his triumph! * Horse and rider he has thrown into the sea!
Yah is my strength, I sing to
him; * he is the one who saves me.
This is my God and I extol him, * my father's God and I praise
him.
The Lord is a warrior; * his name is Yahweh.
The chariots and army of Pharaoh * he hurled into the sea...
At the breath of your anger * the waters piled high.
The moving waters stood up like a dam. * The deeps turned
solid in the midst of the sea.
The enemy said: * “I will pursue and overtake them,
I will divide the plunder, * I shall have my fill,
I will draw my sword, * my hand shall destroy them.”
You blew with your breath, * the sea closed over them.
They went down like lead * into the mighty waters.
Yahweh, who is like you among the gods? * who is like you
so glorious in holiness?
You spread fear and respect * by the marvels you did;
you stretched forth your hand, * the earth swallowed the
enemy.
But your love has guided * the people you redeemed,
your power has led them * to your holy house...
You will lead them and plant them * on the mountain you chose,
the place for your dwelling, * which you, Yahweh, have made,
the sanctuary, Lord, * which your hands have made.
Yahweh will reign * forever
and ever.