Habacuc 3

A ton aspect, elles tremblent, les montagnes, les eaux roulent impétueuses, l'Abîme fait retentir sa voix, élève ses vagues jusqu'au ciel.

Viéronte, y tuvieron temor los montes: pasó la inundación de las aguas: el abismo dió su voz, la hondura alzó sus manos.

The mountains saw thee, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.

The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.