|Habakkuk 3 |
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on Shigionoth [a highly enthusiastic poetic music].
2 O LORD, I have heard the report of you and was afraid. O LORD, revive your work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make yourself known; in wrath remember mercy.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah [pause and consider]. His glory covered the heavens and the earth was full of his praise.
4 And his brightness was like the light; rays flashed from his hand, which was the hiding place of his power.
5 Before him went the pestilence, and plagues followed at his feet.
6 He stood and measured the earth; he looked and made the nations tremble, and the everlasting mountains were scattered and the age old hills bowed low. His ways are everlasting.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; the tent curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers? Was your wrath against the sea when you rode with your horses and your chariots of salvation?
9 Your bow was made quite bare; the rods of chastisements were sworn to the tribes of Israel. Selah. You divided the earth with rivers.
10 The mountains saw you and trembled. The overflowing of the water passed by; the deep uttered its voice and lifted up its hands on high.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation at the light of your arrows as they went, and at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 You marched through the land in indignation; you threshed the heathen in anger.
13 You went forth for the salvation of your people, even for the salvation of your anointed; you wounded the head of the house of the wicked, laying bare the foundation to the neck. Selah.
14 You thrust through the head of the hordes with his own arrows; they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me, their rejoicing was like devouring the poor secretly.
15 You trampled on the sea with your horses, through the heap of great waters.
16 When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered into my bones; I trembled in myself. I will wait quietly for the day of trouble when one comes up against the people who will invade them with his troops.
17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, there is no fruit on the vines, the olive crop shall fail, and the fields shall yield no food; though the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no cattle in the stalls;
18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 The LORD God is my strength; he will make my feet like hinds' feet and he will make me to walk upon my high places. (To the chief musician, with my stringed instruments.)