15. You make your horses tread on the sea;turbulent waters foam.
16. I hear and my insides tremble.My lips quiver at the sound.Rottenness enters my bones.I tremble while I stand,while I wait for the day of distress to come against the people who attack us.
17. Though the fig tree doesn’t bloom,and there’s no produce on the vine;though the olive crop withers,and the fields don’t provide food;though the sheep are cut off from the pen,and there are no cattle in the stalls;
18. I will rejoice in the Lord.I will rejoice in the God of my deliverance.