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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 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,#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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1A prayer of Ḥaḇaqquq the prophet, on Shiḡionoth.
2O יהוה, I have heard your report, I was afraid. O יהוה, renew Your work in the midst of the years! Make it known in the midst of the years. In wrath remember compassion.
3Eloah comes from Tĕman, And the Set-apart One from Mount Paran. Selah. His splendour shall cover the heavens, And His praise shall fill the earth.
4And the brightness is as the light, He has rays from His hand, And there His power is hidden.
5Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
6He shall stand and measure the earth. He shall look and shake the nations. And the ancient mountains are shattered, The age-old hills shall bow. His ways are everlasting.
7I saw the tents of Kushan under sorrow, The curtains of the land of Miḏyan tremble.
8Shall יהוה burn against the rivers? Is Your displeasure against the rivers, Is Your wrath against the sea, That You ride on Your horses, Your chariots of deliverance?
9You uncover Your bow, The oaths of the rod of the Word. Selah. You cut through the earth with rivers.
10The mountains shall see You, they tremble. The storm of water shall pass over. The deep shall give forth its voice, It shall lift up its hands.
11Sun, moon shall stand still in their places. Like light Your arrows fly, Like lightning is Your glittering spear.
12You step through the earth in rage, You thresh the nations in wrath.
13You shall go forth to save Your people; to save Your Anointed. You shall smite the head from the house of the wrong, By laying bare from foundation to neck. Selah.
14You shall pierce with his own arrows The head of his leaders. They stormed along to scatter me, Rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.
15You shall tread the sea with Your horses, The foaming of many waters.
16I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the sound, Rottenness came into my bones. And I trembled within myself, That I might rest for the day of distress, To come upon the people who would attack us.
17Though the fig tree does not blossom, And there is no fruit on the vine, The yield of the olive has failed, And the fields brought forth no food, The flock has been cut off from the fold, And there is no herd in the stalls,
18Yet I exult in יהוה, I rejoice in the Elohim of my deliverance.
19יהוה the Master is my strength. And He makes my feet like those of deer, And makes me walk on my high places. To the chief singer with my stringed instruments.