Habakkuk 3

1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. Upon Shigionoth.

The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, in the form of an ode.

2 O LORD, I have heard the report of Thee, and am afraid; O LORD, revive Thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember compassion.

O Jehovah, I have heard thy words, and tremble. O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make it known, In wrath remember mercy!

3 God cometh from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covereth the heavens, and the earth is full of His praise.

God cometh from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran; His glory covereth the heavens, And the earth is full of his praise.

4 And a brightness appeareth as the light; rays hath He at His side; and there is the hiding of His power.

His brightness is as the light; Rays stream forth from his hand, And there is the hiding-place of his power.

5 Before him goeth the pestilence, and fiery bolts go forth at His feet.

Before him goeth the pestilence, And the plague followeth his steps.

6 He standeth, and shaketh the earth, He beholdeth, and maketh the nations to tremble; and the everlasting mountains are dashed in pieces, the ancient hills do bow; His goings are as of old.

He standeth, and measureth the earth; He beholdeth, and maketh the nations tremble; The everlasting mountains are broken asunder; The eternal hills sink down; The eternal paths are trodden by him.

7 I see the tents of Cushan in affliction; the curtains of the land of Midian do tremble.

I see the tents of Cushan in affliction, And the canopies of the land of Midian tremble.

8 Is it, O LORD, that against the rivers, is it that Thine anger is kindled against the rivers, or Thy wrath against the sea? that Thou dost ride upon Thy horses, upon Thy chariots of victory?

Is the anger of Jehovah kindled against the rivers, Is thy wrath against the rivers, Is thy indignation against the floods, That thou ridest on with thy horses, Upon thy chariots of victory?

9 Thy bow is made quite bare; sworn are the rods of the word. (Selah) Thou dost cleave the earth with rivers.

Thy bow is made bare; Curses are the arrows of thy word; Thou causest rivers to break forth from the earth.

10 The mountains have seen Thee, and they tremble; the tempest of waters floweth over; the deep uttereth its voice, and lifteth up its hands on high.

The mountains see thee and tremble; The flood of waters overflows; The deep uttereth his voice, And lifteth up his hands on high.

11 The sun and moon stand still in their habitation; at the light of Thine arrows as they go, at the shining of Thy glittering spear.

The sun and the moon remain in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows which fly, At the brightness of the lightning of thy spear.

12 Thou marchest through the earth in indignation, Thou threshest the nations in anger.

Thou marchest through the land in indignation; Thou thrashest the nations in anger;

13 Thou art come forth for the deliverance of Thy people, for the deliverance of Thine anointed; Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked, uncovering the foundation even unto the neck. (Selah)

Thou goest forth for the deliverance of thy people, For the deliverance of thine anointed. Thou smitest the head of the house of the wicked; Thou destroyest the foundation even to the neck.

14 Thou hast stricken through with his own rods the head of his rulers, that come as a whirlwind to scatter me; whose rejoicing is as to devour the poor secretly.

Thou piercest with his own spears the chief of his captains, Who rushed like a whirlwind to scatter us; Who exulted, as if they should devour the distressed in a hiding-place.

15 Thou hast trodden the sea with Thy horses, the foaming of mighty waters.

Thou ridest through the sea with thy horses, Through the raging of mighty waters.

16 When I heard, mine inward parts trembled, my lips quivered at the voice; rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble where I stand; that I should wait for the day of trouble, when he cometh up against the people that he invadeth.

I have heard, and my heart trembleth; My lips quiver at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and my knees tremble, That I must wait in silence for the day of trouble, When the invader shall come up against my people!

17 For though the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no food; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls;

For the fig-tree shall not blossom, And there shall be no fruit upon the vine; The produce of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food. The flocks shall he cut off from the folds, And there shall be no herd in the stalls.

18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will exult in the God of my salvation.

Yet will I rejoice in Jehovah, I will exult in God, my helper.

19 God, the Lord, is my strength, and He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and He maketh me to walk upon my high places. For the Leader. With my string-music.

The Lord Jehovah is my strength; He will make my feet like the hind's, And cause me to walk upon my high places. “To the leader of the music on my stringed instruments.”