Habacuc 3

La terre vomit des fleuves. Les montagnes te voient, elles tremblent, des torrents d'eau se précipitent, l'abîme fait retentir sa voix, il soulève ses bras en haut.

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.