Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
2 O LORD, I have heard the report of You; I stand in awe, O LORD, of Your deeds. Revive them in these years; make them known in these years. In Your wrath, remember mercy!
O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and His praise filled the earth.
God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 His radiance was like the sunlight; rays flashed from His hand, where His power is hidden.
He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
5 Plague went before Him, and fever followed in His steps.
Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
6 He stood and measured the earth; He looked and startled the nations; the ancient mountains crumbled; the perpetual hills collapsed. His ways are everlasting.
From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in distress; the curtains of Midian were trembling.
The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
8 Were You angry at the rivers, O LORD? Was Your wrath against the streams? Did You rage against the sea when You rode on Your horses, on Your chariots of 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?
9 You brandished Your bow; You called for many arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
10 The mountains saw You and quaked; torrents of water swept by. The deep roared with its voice and lifted its hands on high.
The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.
11 Sun and moon stood still in their places at the flash of Your flying arrows, at the brightness of Your shining spear.
At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
12 You marched across the earth with fury; You threshed the nations in wrath.
You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
13 You went forth for the salvation of Your people, to save Your anointed. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked and stripped him from head to toe.
You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. (Selah)
14 With his own spear You pierced his head, when his warriors stormed out to scatter us, gloating as though ready to secretly devour the weak.
You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.
15 You trampled the sea with Your horses, churning the great waters.
The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
16 I heard and trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Decay entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Yet I must wait patiently for the day of distress to come upon the people who invade us.
Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud and no fruit is on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though the sheep are cut off from the fold and no cattle are in the stalls,
For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:
18 yet I will exult in the LORD; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
19 GOD the Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like those of a deer; He makes me walk upon the heights!
The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.
