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14 [a]You pierced his head with your shafts;
    his princes you scattered with your stormwind,
    as food for the poor in unknown places.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses
    amid the churning of the deep waters.

16 I hear, and my body trembles;
    at the sound, my lips quiver.
Decay invades my bones,
    my legs tremble beneath me.
I await the day of distress
    that will come upon the people who attack us.

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Footnotes

  1. 3:14 The last two lines of this verse are obscure in Hebrew and difficult to translate.