Habakkuk 3

1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigyonoth.

A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.

2 O Lord, I have heard thy fame, [and] was afraid: O Lord, thy work—in the midst of the years [of sorrow] revive thou it, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember mercy.

O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: 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 [When] God from Theman came, and the Holy One from mount Paran, (Selah) his glory covered the heavens, and of his praise the earth was full.

God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.

4 And [his] brightness was like the sunlight; rays streamed forth out of his hand unto them; and there was the hiding of his power.

And [his] brightness was as the light; He had rays [coming forth] from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.

5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth in his steps.

Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

6 He stood forward, and made the earth tremble; he looked and dispersed nations; and there burst asunder the everlasting mountains; there sunk the perpetual hills: the ways of the world are his.

He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and drove asunder the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills did bow; His goings were [as] of old.

7 In affliction I saw the tents of Cushan: they trembled—the curtains of the land of Midian.

I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

8 Was the Lord wroth against the rivers? yea, was against the rivers thy anger [kindled]? was against the sea thy wrath that thou rodest upon thy horses, thy chariots of victory!

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?

9 Laid quite bare is thy bow, like severe rods of punishment [goeth forth] thy word, (Selah) into rivers thou splittest the earth.

Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a [sure] word. (Selah) Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

10 The mountains saw thee, they trembled; the flowing waters passed along: the deep issued forth its voice, the height lifted up its hands.

The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.

11 The sun and moon stood still in their dwelling: at the light of thy arrows they walked along, at the shining of the flaming glitter of thy spear.

The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.

12 In indignation thou marchest through the earth, in anger thou treadest down nations.

Thou didst march through the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.

13 Thou wentest forth to the assistance of thy people, to the assistance of thy anointed: thou didst wound the head out of the house of the wicked, destroy the foundation with the high-towering walls. (Selah)

Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. (Selah)

14 Thou didst strike through with his own spears the chiefs of his villages, who rushed out furiously to scatter me; who rejoiced greatly as though they were to devour the poor in secret.

Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

15 [But] thou didst pass along over the sea with thy horses, over the piled up billows of great waters.

Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.

16 I heard it, and my inmost parts trembled; at the report my lips quivered; rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place, that I should rest till the day of distress, till the withdrawing of the people that will invade us with its troops.

I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.

17 For the fig-tree doth not bud, and no fruit is on the vines; the productiveness of the olive deceiveth, and the fields yield no food; from the fold the flocks are cut off, and there are no herds in the stalls.

For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor 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:

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

Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

19 The Lord Eternal is my strength, and he maketh my feet fleet as those of the hinds, and he will cause me to tread upon my high places. To the chief musician of my songs.

Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds’ [feet], And will make me to walk upon my high places.