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15 But you marched through the sea with your horses,
    stirring the great waters.

16 I hear these things, and my body trembles;
    my lips tremble when I hear the sound.
My bones feel weak,
    and my legs shake.

But I will wait patiently for the day of disaster
    that will come to the people who attack us.
17 Fig trees may not grow figs,
    and there may be no grapes on the vines.
There may be no olives growing
    and no food growing in the fields.
There may be no sheep in the pens
    and no cattle in the barns.

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15 You trampled the sea(A) with your horses,
    churning the great waters.(B)

16 I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.(C)
Yet I will wait patiently(D) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
    and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
    and the fields produce no food,(E)
though there are no sheep in the pen
    and no cattle in the stalls,(F)

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