NET Bible
"Was the LORD mad at the rivers? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you enraged at the sea? Such that you would climb into your horse-drawn chariots, your victorious chariots?"
— Habakkuk 3:8, NET Bible
“Was the Lord displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation?”
“Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation? ”
“Was Yahweh displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?”
“Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or was thy wrath upon the rivers? or thy indignation in the sea? Who will ride upon thy horses: and thy chariots are salvation.”
“Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?”
“Was the Lord displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation?”
Plague will go before him; pestilence will march right behind him.
He took his battle position and shook the earth; with a mere look he frightened the nations. The ancient mountains disintegrated; the primeval hills were flattened. His are ancient roads.
I saw the tents of Cushan overwhelmed by trouble; the tent curtains of the land of Midian were shaking.
Was the LORD mad at the rivers? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you enraged at the sea? Such that you would climb into your horse-drawn chariots, your victorious chariots?
Your bow is ready for action; you commission your arrows. Selah. You cause flash floods on the earth’s surface.
When the mountains see you, they shake. The torrential downpour sweeps through. The great deep shouts out; it lifts its hands high.
The sun and moon stand still in their courses; the flash of your arrows drives them away, the bright light of your lightning-quick spear.