Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth.
2 LORD, I have heard the report about you, and I was afraid. LORD, bring your work to life in the midst of the years; in the midst of the years, make it known. In your anger, remember compassion.
3 God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
4 His brightness is like the light; rays flash from his hand, and there his power is hidden.
5 Plague goes before him, and burning fever follows at his feet.
6 He stood and measured the earth; he looked and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains shattered, the everlasting hills sank low—his ways are everlasting.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan under distress; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Was the LORD angry with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, your fury against the sea, when you rode on your horses, on your chariots of victory?
9 You bared your bow completely; the oaths to the tribes were your spoken word. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.
10 The mountains saw you and trembled; the torrent of waters swept by. The deep raised its voice and lifted its hands on high.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their dwelling, at the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
12 In indignation you marched across the earth; in anger you trampled the nations.
13 You went out to save your people, to save your anointed one. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked and stripped it bare from foundation to neck. Selah.
14 With his own rods you pierced the heads of his warriors, who came like a storm to scatter me. Their delight was like that of someone secretly devouring the poor.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, the heap of many waters.
16 I heard, and my insides shook; at the sound, my lips trembled. Rot entered my bones, and beneath me I tremble, waiting quietly for the day of distress, when he rises against the people attacking us.
17 Though the fig tree does not blossom and there is no fruit on the vines; though the olive harvest fails and the fields yield no food; though the flock disappears from the fold and there is no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation.
19 GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of deer and makes me walk on my heights. For the music director, with my stringed instruments.
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