Habacuque 3

¹ A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.

² O Yahweh, I have heard the report of you, and am afraid: O Yahweh, revive your 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.

⁴ 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 fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

⁶ He stood, and measured the earth; He looked, and drove apart the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills bowed down; His goings were [as] of old.

⁷ I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian trembled.

⁸ Was Yahweh 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?

⁹ Your bow was bared naked; By means of a word the arrows are assigned by oath. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.

¹⁰ The mountains saw you, 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 habitation, At the light of your arrows as they went, At the shining of your glittering spear.

¹² You marched though the land in indignation; You threshed the nations in anger.

¹³ You went forth for the salvation of your people, For the salvation of your anointed; You wounded the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even to the neck. Selah.

¹⁴ You 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 secretly.

¹⁵ You trod the sea with your horses, The heap of mighty 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 that invades us.

¹⁷ For though the fig-tree will not flourish, Neither will fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive will fail, And the fields will yield no food; The flock will be cut off from the fold, And there will be no herd in the stalls:

¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in Yahweh, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹ Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength; And he makes my feet like hinds' [feet] And will make me to walk on my high places. For the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.