Habakkuk 3

1 The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet:

A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.

2 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.

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 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.

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 With brightness like the light, two-pronged rays flash from his hand; and there he hid his power.

And his brightness was as the light. He had rays from his hand, and there was the hiding of his power.

5 Deadly disease went before him, and the plague followed him.

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

6 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.

He stood, and measured the earth. He beheld, and drove apart the nations. And the eternal mountains were scattered. The everlasting hills bowed. His goings were as of old.

7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction, and the fabric of the tents in the land of Midian trembling.

I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The curtains of the land of Midian trembled.

8 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?

Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, or thy wrath against the sea, that thou rode upon thy horses, upon thy chariots of salvation?

9 You have brought out your bow without a cover; you put arrows to your bow! (Selah) You divided the earth with rivers.

Thy bow was made quite bare. The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. (Selah) Thou split the earth with rivers.

10 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.

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 high places at the flash of your arrows as they fly, at the lightning of your flashing 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 You have marched over the earth with indignation. In wrath you have threshed the nations.

Thou marched though the land in indignation. Thou threshed the nations in anger.

13 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)

Thou went forth for the salvation of thy people, for the salvation of thine anointed. Thou wound the head out of the house of the wicked man, laying bare the foundation even to the neck. (Selah)

14 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.

Thou pierced 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 man secretly.

15 You have traveled over the sea with your horses, and heaped up the great waters.

Thou walked through the sea with thy horses, the heap of mighty waters.

16 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.

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.

17 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.

For though the fig tree shall not flourish, nor 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 Still, I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful because of the God of my salvation.

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

19 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.

Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength. And he makes my feet like hinds' feet, and will make me to walk upon my high places.