“I am the Lord, your Holy One,
      Israel’s Creator, your King.”
This is what the Lord says—
      he who made a way through the sea,
      a path through the mighty waters,
who drew out the chariots and horses,
      the army and reinforcements together,
and they lay there, never to rise again,
      extinguished, snuffed out like a wick:
“Forget the former things;
      do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
      Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
      and streams in the wasteland.
The wild animals honor me,
      the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
      and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
      the people I formed for myself
      that they may proclaim my praise.”