Habakkuk 3

Habakkuk’s Third Prayer

3A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. According to Shigionoth. ^ef

²Lord, I have heard the report about You;

Lord, I stand in awe of Your deeds. ^g

Revive Your work in these years;

make it known in these years.

In Your wrath remember mercy! ^h

³God comes from Teman,

the Holy One from Mount Paran. ⁱSelah

His splendor covers the heavens,

and the earth is full of His praise. ^j

⁴His brilliance is like light;

rays are flashing from His hand.

This is where His power is hidden.

⁵Plague goes before Him,

and pestilence follows in His steps.

⁶He stands and shakes ^kthe earth; ^l

He looks and startles the nations.

The age-old mountains break apart;

the ancient hills sink down. ^m

His pathways are ancient. ⁿ

⁷I see the tents of Cushan ^oin distress;

the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.

⁸Are You angry at the rivers, Lord?

Is Your wrath against the rivers?

Or is Your rage against the sea

when You ride on Your horses,

Your victorious chariot? ^p

⁹You took the sheath from Your bow;

the arrows are ready ^qto be used with an oath. ^rsSelah

You split the earth with rivers.

¹⁰The mountains see You and shudder; ^t

a downpour of water sweeps by.

The deep roars with its voice ^u

and lifts its waves ^vhigh.

¹¹Sun and moon stand still in their lofty residence, ^w

at the flash of Your flying arrows,

at the brightness of Your shining spear.

¹²You march across the earth with indignation;

You trample down the nations in wrath. ^x

¹³You come out to save Your people, ^y

to save Your anointed. ^z

You crush the leader of the house of the wicked

and strip him from foot ^ato neck. Selah

¹⁴You pierce his head

with his own spears;

his warriors storm out to scatter us,

gloating as if ready to secretly devour the weak.

¹⁵You tread the sea with Your horses,

stirring up the great waters. ^b

Habakkuk’s Confidence in God Expressed

¹⁶I heard, and I trembled within; ^c

my lips quivered at the sound.

Rottenness entered my bones;

I trembled where I stood.

Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress ^d

to come against the people invading us.

¹⁷Though the fig tree does not bud

and there is no fruit on the vines,

though the olive crop fails

and the fields produce no food,

though there are no sheep in the pen

and no cattle in the stalls,

¹⁸yet I will triumph in Yahweh;

I will rejoice in the God of my salvation! ^e

¹⁹Yahweh my Lord is my strength; ^f

He makes my feet like those of a deer ^g

and enables me to walk on mountain heights! ^h

For the choir director: on ⁱstringed instruments.