Habacuc 3

¹ A Prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth. ² Jehovah, I heard the report of thee, and I feared. 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 covereth the heavens, And the earth is full of his praise. ⁴ And his brightness was as the light; Rays came forth from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power. ⁵ Before him went the pestilence, And a burning flame went forth at his feet. ⁶ He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and discomfited the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered, The everlasting hills gave way: His ways are everlasting. ⁷ I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble. ⁸ Was Jehovah wrathful with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers? Was thy rage against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Thy chariots of salvation? ⁹ Thy bow was made naked, The rods of discipline sworn according to thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers. ¹⁰ The mountains saw thee, they were in travail: Torrents of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, Lifted up its hands on high. ¹¹ The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows which shot forth, --At the shining of thy glittering spear. ¹² Thou didst march through the land in indignation, Thou didst thresh the nations in anger. ¹³ Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou didst smite off the head from the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation even to the neck. Selah. ¹⁴ Thou didst strike through with his own spears the head of his leaders: They came out as a whirlwind to scatter me, Whose exulting was as to devour the afflicted secretly. ¹⁵ Thou didst walk through the sea with thy horses, The heap of great waters.

¹⁶ I heard, and my belly trembled; My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place, That I might rest in the day of distress, When their invader shall come up against the people. ¹⁷ For though the fig-tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive-tree 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 I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation. ¹⁹ Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength, And he maketh my feet like hinds' feet , And he will make me to walk upon my high places. To the chief Musician. On my stringed instruments.