Habakkuk 3
3
1A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
2Yahweh, I have heard of your fame.
I stand in awe of your deeds, Yahweh.
Renew your work in the middle of the years.
In the middle of the years make it known.
In wrath, you remember mercy.
3God came from Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.
His glory covered the heavens,
and his praise filled the earth.
4His splendor is like the sunrise.
Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5Plague went before him,
and pestilence followed his feet.
6He stood, and shook the earth.
He looked, and made the nations tremble.
The ancient mountains were crumbled.
The age-old hills collapsed.
His ways are eternal.
7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction.
The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
8Was Yahweh displeased with the rivers?
Was your anger against the rivers,
or your wrath against the sea,
that you rode on your horses,
on your chariots of salvation?
9You uncovered your bow.
You called for your sworn arrows. Selah.
You split the earth with rivers.
10The mountains saw you, and were afraid.
The storm of waters passed by.
The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11The sun and moon stood still in the sky
at the light of your arrows as they went,
at the shining of your glittering spear.
12You marched through the land in wrath.
You threshed the nations in anger.
13You went out for the salvation of your people,
for the salvation of your anointed.
You crushed the head of the land of wickedness.
You stripped them head to foot. Selah.
14You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears.
They came as a whirlwind to scatter me,
gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
15You trampled the sea with your horses,
churning mighty waters.
16I heard, and my body trembled.
My lips quivered at the voice.
Rottenness enters 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 who invade us.
17For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,
nor fruit be in the vines,
the labor of the olive fails,
the fields yield no food,
the flocks are cut off from the fold,
and there is no herd in the stalls,
18yet I will rejoice in Yahweh.
I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19Yahweh, the Lord,#3:19 The word translated “Lord” is “Adonai.” is my strength.
He makes my feet like deer’s feet,
and enables me to go in high places.
For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
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Habakkuk 3
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Habakkuk’s Confidence in Adonai
1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, as a passionate song.
2Adonai, I have heard the report about You and I have come to fear. Adonai, revive Your work throughout the years, throughout the years make it known, In wrath remember compassion.
3God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah His majesty covers the heavens, and His praise fills the earth.
4With brilliance like light, rays emanate from His hand. There His power was hidden.
5Pestilence goes before Him, a fiery bolt goes forth at His feet.
6He stood, and the earth shook. He looked, and startled nations. Ancient mountains were shattered, hills of antiquity sank down. His ways are everlasting.
7I saw tents of Cushan under calamity. The curtains of the land of Midian are trembling.
8Adonai, is your wrath against rivers? Or Your anger at the rivers? Or is Your fury with the sea? For You ride on Your horses, Your chariots of salvation!
9Your bow is laid bare. Sworn are rods—a decree. Selah You cleave the land with rivers.
10The mountains saw You and writhe. A downpour of water overflows. The deep gives its voice— it lifts up hands high.
11Sun and moon, stand in lofty abode. At the flash of Your arrows they go, at the radiance of the lightning of Your spear.
12With indignation You pace the land. With anger You thresh nations.
13You went out for the salvation of Your people—for the deliverance of Your anointed one. You shatter the head of the house of the wicked—to lay it bare from foundation up to the top. Selah
14You have pierced his chief rulers with his own staff— They stormed in to scatter me. Their exultation is like devouring the weak in secret.
15You marched forth, Your horses in the sea— much water foaming.
16I heard, and my belly trembled. My lips quivered at the sound. Decay comes into my bones. I tremble where I stand, since I must wait quietly for a day of distress to come up against the people who will invade us.
17Though the fig tree does not blossom, and there is no yield on the vines, Though the olive crop fail, and the fields produce no food, the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no cattle in the stalls.
18Yet will I triumph in Adonai, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
19Adonai my Lord, is my strength. He has made my feet like a deer’s, and will make me walk on my high places. For the choir director: On my stringed instruments.
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