Habakkuk 3

CHAPTER 3

Yet I Will Exalt in Yahweh

¹A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to ¹Shigionoth.

²O Yahweh, I have ^aheard ¹the report about You, and ²I ^bfear.

O Yahweh, ^crevive ^dYour work in the midst of the years;

In the midst of the years make it known;

In rage remember ^ecompassion.

³God comes from ^aTeman,

And the Holy One from Mount ^bParan. Selah.

His ^csplendor covers the heavens,

And the ^dearth is full of His praise.

⁴His ^abrightness is like the sunlight;

He has rays flashing from His hand,

And there is the hiding of His ^bstrength.

⁵Before Him goes ^apestilence,

And ^bplague comes ¹after Him.

⁶He stood and ¹measured out the earth;

He looked and ^astartled the nations.

So the perpetual mountains were shattered;

The ancient hills ²collapsed.

His ways are ^beverlasting.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan under ^awickedness;

The tent curtains of the land of ^bMidian were trembling.

⁸Did Yahweh’s fury burn against the ^arivers,

Or was Your anger against the rivers,

Or was Your wrath against the ^bsea,

That You ^crode on Your horses,

On Your ^dchariots of salvation?

⁹Your ^abow was made bare;

Rods were sworn unto battle by word. Selah.

You ^bsplit the earth with rivers.

¹⁰The mountains saw You and writhed;

The downpour of waters passed by.

The deep ^agave forth its voice;

It lifted high its hands.

^11aSun and moon stood in their lofty places;

They went away at the ^blight of Your arrows,

At the brightness of Your flashing spear.

¹²In indignation You ^amarched through the earth;

In anger You ^1btrampled the nations.

¹³You went forth for the ^asalvation of Your people,

For salvation with Your ^banointed.

You crushed the ^chead of the house of the wicked

To lay him bare from ¹thigh to neck. Selah.

¹⁴You pierced with his ^aown sharpened rods

The head of his ¹throngs.

They ^bstormed in to scatter ²us;

Their exultation was like those

Who ^cdevour the afflicted in secret.

¹⁵You ^atread on the sea with Your horses,

On the ^bsurge of many waters.

¹⁶I heard, and my ¹inward parts ^atrembled;

At the sound my lips tingled.

Decay enters my ^bbones,

And in my place I tremble.

Because I must ^cwait quietly for the day of distress,

²For the ^dpeople to arise who will invade us.

¹⁷Though the ^afig tree should not blossom

And there be no produce on the vines,

Though the yield of the ^bolive should fail

And the fields yield no food,

Though the ^cflock should be cut off from the fold

And there be ^dno cattle in the stalls,

¹⁸Yet I will ^aexult in Yahweh;

I will ^brejoice in the ^cGod of my salvation.

¹⁹Yahweh, the Lord, is my ^1astrength,

And ^bHe has set my feet like hinds’ feet

And makes me tread on my ^chigh places.

²For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.