If they had come from Judaea with their boy, they had better hasten into the land of Egypt, for Herod's men were on their track.

So they had no rest until at last they came to the land of the Pharaohs.

But one day they found themselves not on its frontier, but on the seashore.

They were dumb with astonishment.
There lay the sea, its waves dashing against the black, jagged cliffs, and beyond them was a smooth, level plain as far as the eye could see.
Once in the past fugitives had stood on the other side of the sea, their enemies behind them.

And Joseph lifted up his arms and called upon the God of his forefathers to divide the waters of the sea once again and make a passage for them.