Habakkuk 3

Habakkuk’s Prayer

3A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. On shigionoth.^al

²Lord, I have heard^m of your fame;

I stand in aweⁿ of your deeds, Lord.^o

Repeat^p them in our day,

in our time make them known;

in wrath remember mercy.^q

³God came from Teman,^r

the Holy One^s from Mount Paran.^bt

His glory covered the heavens^u

and his praise filled the earth.^v

⁴His splendor was like the sunrise;^w

rays flashed from his hand,

where his power^x was hidden.

⁵Plague^y went before him;

pestilence followed his steps.

⁶He stood, and shook the earth;

he looked, and made the nations tremble.

The ancient mountains crumbled^z

and the age-old hills^a collapsed^b—

but he marches on forever.^c

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan in distress,

the dwellings of Midian^d in anguish.^e

⁸Were you angry with the rivers,^f Lord?

Was your wrath against the streams?

Did you rage against the sea^g

when you rode your horses

and your chariots to victory?^h

⁹You uncovered your bow,

you called for many arrows.ⁱ

You split the earth with rivers;

¹⁰the mountains saw you and writhed.^j

Torrents of water swept by;

the deep roared^k

and lifted its waves^l on high.

¹¹Sun and moon stood still^m in the heavens

at the glint of your flying arrows,ⁿ

at the lightning^o of your flashing spear.

¹²In wrath you strode through the earth

and in anger you threshed^p the nations.

¹³You came out^q to deliver^r your people,

to save your anointed^s one.

You crushed^t the leader of the land of wickedness,

you stripped him from head to foot.

¹⁴With his own spear you pierced his head

when his warriors stormed out to scatter us,^u

gloating as though about to devour

the wretched^v who were in hiding.

¹⁵You trampled the sea^w with your horses,

churning the great waters.^x

¹⁶I heard and my heart pounded,

my lips quivered at the sound;

decay crept into my bones,

and my legs trembled.^y

Yet I will wait patiently^z for the day of calamity

to come on the nation invading us.

¹⁷Though the fig tree does not bud

and there are no grapes on the vines,

though the olive crop fails

and the fields produce no food,^a

though there are no sheep in the pen

and no cattle in the stalls,^b

¹⁸yet I will rejoice in the Lord,^c

I will be joyful in God my Savior.^d

¹⁹The Sovereign Lord is my strength;^e

he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,

he enables me to tread on the heights.^f

For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.