Habakkuk 3:15-17

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

¹⁵ Thou madest a way in the sea for thy horses, in the mud of many waters.

¹⁶ I have heard and my bowels were troubled: my lips trembled at the voice. Let rottenness enter into my bones, and swarm under me. That I may rest in the day of tribulation: that I may go up to our people that are girded.

¹⁷ For the fig tree shall not blossom: and there shall be no spring in the vines. The labour of the olive tree 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.