Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet:
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
Yahweh, I have heard your report, and I am afraid. Yahweh, revive your work in the midst of these times; in the midst of these times make it known; remember to have compassion in your wrath.
3 God came from Teman, 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) His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
With brightness like the light, two-pronged rays flash from his hand; and there he hid his power.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Deadly disease went before him, and the plague followed him.
6 He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
He stood and measured the earth; he looked and shook the nations. Even the eternal mountains were shattered, and the everlasting hills bowed down. His path is everlasting.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction, and the fabric of the tents in the land of Midian trembling.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
Was Yahweh angry at the rivers? Was your wrath against the rivers, or your fury against the sea, when you rode upon your horses and your victorious chariots?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
You have brought out your bow without a cover; you put arrows to your bow! (Selah) You divided the earth with rivers.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
The mountains saw you and twisted in pain. Downpours of water passed over them; the deep sea raised a shout. It lifted up its waves.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
The sun and moon stood still in their high places at the flash of your arrows as they fly, at the lightning of your flashing spear.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
You have marched over the earth with indignation. In wrath you have threshed the nations.
13 You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed one. You shatter the head of the house of the wicked to lay bare from the base up to the neck. (Selah)
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
You have pierced the head of his warriors with his own arrows since they came like a storm to scatter us, their gloating was like one who devours the poor in a hiding place.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
You have traveled over the sea with your horses, and heaped up the great waters.
16 I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters 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 who invade us.
I heard, and my inner parts trembled! My lips quivered at the sound. Decay comes into my bones, and under myself I tremble as I wait quietly for the day of distress to come upon the people who invade us.
17 For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls:
Though the fig tree does not bud and there is no produce from the vines; and though the produce of the olive tree disappoints and the fields yield no food; and though the flock is cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls, this is what I will do.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
Still, I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful because of the God of my salvation.
19 The LORD is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
The Lord Yahweh is my strength and he makes my feet like the deer's. He makes me go forward on my high places. —To the music director, on my stringed instruments.
