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15 Thou [a]didst tread the sea with thy horses,
The [b]heap of mighty waters.

16 I heard, and my body trembled,
My lips quivered at the voice;
Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place;
Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,
[c]For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.
17 For though the fig-tree shall not flourish,
Neither shall fruit be in the vines;
The labor of the olive shall fail,
And the fields shall yield no food;
The flock shall be cut off from the fold,
And there shall be no herd in the stalls:

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Footnotes

  1. Habakkuk 3:15 Or, hast trodden
  2. Habakkuk 3:15 Or, surge
  3. Habakkuk 3:16 Or, When there shall come up against the people he that invadeth them