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14 You pierce the head of his warrior with his own spear.
        His warriors are driven off,
            those who take delight in oppressing us,[a]
            those who take pleasure in secretly devouring the poor.
15 You make your horses tread on the sea;
        turbulent waters foam.

The prophet responds

16 I hear and my insides tremble.
        My lips quiver at the sound.
        Rottenness enters my bones.
I tremble while I stand,[b]
        while I wait for the day of distress to come against the people who attack us.

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Footnotes

  1. Habakkuk 3:14 Or me
  2. Habakkuk 3:16 Or I tremble beneath me.

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