Habakkuk 3:14-16

International Standard Version

¹⁴ With his own lances you pierced the heads of his warriors,
    who came out like a windstorm to scatter us^[a]—
        their joy is to devour the afflicted who are in hiding.
¹⁵ You rode on the sea with your horses,
    even riding^[b] the crested waves of mighty waters.

Nevertheless, I await the day of distress
    that will dawn on our invaders.