Habakkuk 3

3A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.

²O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid:

O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years;

In the midst of the years make it known;

In wrath remember mercy.

³God came from Teman,

And the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah

His glory covered the heavens,

And the earth was full of his praise.

⁴And his brightness was as the light;

He had rays coming forth from his hand;

And there was the hiding of his power.

⁵Before him went the pestilence,

And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

⁶He stood, and measured the earth;

He beheld, and drove asunder the nations;

And the eternal mountains were scattered;

The everlasting hills did bow;

His goings were as of old.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;

The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

⁸Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers?

Was thine anger against the rivers,

Or thy wrath against the sea,

That thou didst ride upon thy horses,

Upon thy chariots of salvation?

⁹Thy bow was made quite bare;

The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Selah

Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

¹⁰The mountains saw thee, and were afraid;

The tempest of waters passed by;

The deep uttered its voice,

And lifted up its hands on high.

¹¹The sun and moon stood still in their habitation,

At the light of thine arrows as they went,

At the shining of thy glittering spear.

¹²Thou didst march through the land in indignation;

Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.

¹³Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people,

For the salvation of thine anointed;

Thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked man,

Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. Selah

¹⁴Thou didst pierce 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.

¹⁵Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses,

The heap of mighty waters.

¹⁶I heard, and my body trembled,

My lips quivered at the voice;

Rottenness entereth 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 invadeth us.

¹⁷For though the fig-tree shall not flourish,

Neither shall fruit be in the vines;

The labor of the olive 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:

¹⁸Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah,

I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength;

And he maketh my feet like hinds’ feet,

And will make me to walk upon my high places.

For the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.