14. You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears.They came as a whirlwind to scatter me,gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
15. You trampled the sea with your horses,churning mighty waters.
16. I heard, and my body trembled.My lips quivered at the voice.Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place,because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,for the coming up of the people who invade us.
17. For though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,nor fruit be in the vines;the labor of the olive fails,the fields yield no food;the flocks are cut off from the fold,and there is no herd in the stalls:
18. yet I will rejoice in the Lord.I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!