Habakkuk 3

Chapter 3

God’s Deliverance of His People

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

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

O Lord, ^crevive ^dYour work in the midst of the years,

In the midst of the years make it known;

In wrath remember ^3emercy.

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 ^aradiance is like the sunlight;

He has rays flashing from His hand,

And there is the hiding of His ^bpower.

⁵Before Him goes ^apestilence,

And ^bplague comes ¹after Him.

⁶He stood and surveyed the earth;

He looked and ^astartled the nations.

Yes, the perpetual mountains were shattered,

The ancient hills ¹collapsed.

His ways are ^beverlasting.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan under ^adistress,

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

⁸Did the Lord rage 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,

The rods of ¹chastisement were sworn.

Selah.

You ^bcleaved the earth with rivers.

¹⁰The mountains saw You and quaked;

The downpour of waters swept by.

The deep ^auttered forth its voice,

It lifted high its hands.

^11aSun and moon stood in their places;

They went away at the ^blight of Your arrows,

At the radiance of Your gleaming spear.

¹²In indignation You ^amarched through the earth;

In anger You ^1btrampled the nations.

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

For the salvation of Your ^banointed.

You struck the ^chead of the house of the evil

To lay him open from ¹thigh to neck.

Selah.

¹⁴You pierced with his ^aown ¹spears

The head of his ²throngs.

They ^bstormed in to scatter ³us;

Their exultation was like those

Who ^cdevour the oppressed in secret.

¹⁵You ^atrampled on the sea with Your horses,

On the ^bsurge of many waters.

¹⁶I heard and my ¹inward parts ^atrembled,

At the sound my lips quivered.

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 ¹fruit on the vines,

Though the yield of the ^bolive should fail

And the fields produce 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 the Lord,

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

¹⁹The Lord ¹God is my ^astrength,

And ^bHe has made my feet like hinds’ feet,

And makes me walk on my ^chigh places.

For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.