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.
For the choir director; on stringed instruments.
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Habukkuk 3
3
1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet concerning erring ones:
2O Jehovah, I heard thy report, I have been afraid, O Jehovah, Thy work! in midst of years revive it, In the midst of years Thou makest known In anger Thou dost remember mercy.
3God from Teman doth come, The Holy One from mount Paran. Pause! Covered the heavens hath His majesty, And His praise hath filled the earth.
4And the brightness is as the light, He hath rays out of His hand, And there — the hiding of His strength.
5Before Him goeth pestilence, And a burning flame goeth forth at His feet.
6He hath stood, and He measureth earth, He hath seen, and He shaketh off nations, And scatter themselves do mountains of antiquity, Bowed have the hills of old, The ways of old [are] His.
7Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Tremble do curtains of the land of Midian.
8Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers [is] Thine anger? Against the sea [is] Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses — Thy chariots of salvation?
9Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes — saying, ‘Pause!’ [With] rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
10Seen thee — pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up.
11Sun — moon — hath stood — a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
12In indignation Thou dost tread earth, In anger Thou dost thresh nations.
13Thou hast gone forth for the salvation of Thy people, For salvation with Thine anointed, Thou hast smitten the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation unto the neck. Pause!
14Thou hast pierced with his staves the head of his leaders, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
15Thou hast proceeded through the sea with Thy horses — the clay of many waters.
16I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.
17Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.
18Yet I, in Jehovah I exult, I do joy in the God of my salvation.
19 Jehovah the Lord [is] my strength, And He doth make my feet like hinds, And on my high-places causeth me to tread. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
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