1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth. 2 O Yahweh, I have heard the report of you,
and your work, O Yahweh, do I fear.
In the midst of the years renew it;
in the midst of the years make it known;
in wrath remember mercy.
3God came from Teman,
and the Holy One from Mount Paran.
His glory covered the heavens,
and the earth was full of his praise.
4His brightness was like the light,
rays flashed from his hand;
and there he veiled his power.
5Before him went pestilence,
and plague followed close behind.
6He stood and measured the earth;
he looked and shook the nations;
then the eternal mountains were scattered,
the everlasting hills sank low.
His ways were as of old.
7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;
the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
8Was your wrath against the rivers, O Yahweh?
Was your anger against the rivers,
or your indignation against the sea,
when you rode upon your horses,
upon your chariot of victory?
9You stripped the sheath from your bow,
and put the arrows to the string.
You clove the earth with rivers.
10The mountains saw you, and writhed;
the raging waters swept on;
the deep gave forth its voice,
it lifted its hands on high.
11The sun and moon stood still in their habitation
at the light of your arrows as they sped,
at the flash of your glittering spear.
12You bestrode the earth in fury,
You trampled the nations in anger.
13You went forth for the salvation of your people,
for the salvation of your anointed.
You crushed the head of the wicked,
laying him bare from thigh to neck. Selah
14You pierced with your shafts the head of his warriors,
who came like a whirlwind to scatter me,
rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.
15You trampled the sea with your horses,
the surging of mighty waters.
16I hear, and my body trembles,
my lips quiver at the sound;
rottenness enters into my bones,
my steps totter beneath me.
I will quietly wait for the day of trouble
to come upon people who invade us.
17Though the fig tree do not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18yet I will rejoice in Yahweh,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19GOD, Yahweh, is my strength;
he makes my feet like hinds' feet,
he makes me tread upon my high places.To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments.
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