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
3
A Psalm
1 A prayer of the prophet Habakkuk; according to shigionoth.#3:1 Unknown musical term.
2 Lord, I have heard the report about you.
Lord, I fear your work.
In the course of the years, renew it.
In the course of the years, reveal it.
In all this chaos, remember to be merciful.
3God comes from Teman.
The Holy One comes from Mount Paran. Selah
His splendor covers the heavens.
His praise fills the earth.
4His brightness is like the sunlight.
Rays of light ⌞stream⌟ from his hand.
That is where his power is hidden.
5Diseases go ahead of him.
Plagues follow after him.
6He stands and shakes the earth.
He casts a glance and startles the nations.
The oldest mountains break apart.
The ancient hills sink.
The ancient paths belong to him.
7I see trouble in the tents of Cushan.
I see trembling in the tents of Midian.
8The Lord is not angry with the rivers, is he?
If you are angry with the rivers,
if you are furious with the sea,
⌞why⌟ do you ride your horses,
your chariots of salvation?
9You get your bow ready for action,
for the arrows ⌞you⌟ promised. Selah
You split the land with rivers.
10The mountains look at you. They writhe in pain.
Floodwaters pass by.
The deep ocean roars. Its waves rise up high.
11The sun and the moon stand still.
They scatter at the light of your arrows,
at the bright lightning of your spear.
12You march through the earth with fury.
You trample the nations in anger.
13You go out to save your people,
to save your anointed.#3:13 Or “to save with your anointed.”
You crush the leader of the wicked household,
stripping him bare from head to toe. Selah
14You pierce the leader of his gang with his own arrows.
His soldiers come like a violent storm to scatter me.
They are arrogant like those who secretly eat up the poor.
15You march with your horses into the sea,
into the mighty raging waters.
16I have heard, so there’s trembling within me.
At the report my lips quivered.
A rotten feeling has entered me.
I tremble where I stand.
I wait for the day of trouble
to come to the people who will attack us.
17Even if the fig tree does not bloom
and the vines have no grapes,
even if the olive tree fails to produce
and the fields yield no food,
even if the sheep pen is empty
and the stalls have no cattle—
18even then,
I will be happy with the Lord.
I will truly find joy in God, who saves me.
19The Lord Almighty is my strength.
He makes my feet like those of a deer.
He makes me walk on the mountains.
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