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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.
1This is a prayer of Havakuk the prophet about mistakes:
2Adonai, I have heard the report about you.
Adonai, I am awed by your deeds.
Bring your work to life in our own age,
make it known in our own time;
but in anger, remember compassion.
3God comes from Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Pa’ran. (Selah)
His splendor covers the sky,
and his praise fills the earth.
4His brightness is like the sun,
rays come forth from his hand —
that is where his power is concealed.
5Before him goes pestilence,
and close behind, the plague.
6When he stands up, the earth shakes;
when he looks, the nations tremble,
the eternal mountains are smashed to pieces,
the ancient hills sink down;
the ancient paths are his.
7I saw trouble in the tents of Kushan
and the tent hangings shaking in the land of Midyan.
8Adonai, is it against the rivers,
against the rivers that your anger is inflamed?
Is your fury directed at the sea?
Is that why you ride on your horses,
and drive your chariots to victory?
9You brandish your naked bow
and order it filled with arrows. (Selah)
You split the earth with rivers.
10The mountains see you and tremble;
a torrent of water streams by;
the deep thunders forth,
as it raises enormous waves.
11The sun and moon stand still in the sky
at the light of your arrows speeding by,
at the gleam of your glittering spear.
12In fury you stride across the land,
in anger you trample the nations.
13You come out to save your people,
to save your anointed one;
you crush the head of the house of the wicked,
uncovering its foundation all the way to the neck.
14With their own rods you pierce the head of their warriors,
who come like a whirlwind to scatter us,
who rejoice at the prospect
of devouring the poor in secret.
15You tread down the sea with your horses,
churning up the mighty waters.
16When I heard, my whole body trembled,
my lips shook at the sound;
weakness overcame my limbs,
my legs gave way beneath me.
But I wait calmly for the day of trouble,
when it comes upon our assailants.
17For even if the fig tree doesn’t blossom,
and no fruit is on the vines,
even if the olive tree fails to produce,
and the fields yield no food at all,
even if the sheep vanish from the sheep pen,
and there are no cows in the stalls;
18still, I will rejoice in Adonai,
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19Elohim Adonai is my strength!
He makes me swift and sure-footed as a deer
and enables me to stride over my high places.
For the leader. With my stringed instruments.