The Lord’s victory
1The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth:
2Lord, I have heard your reputation.
I have seen your work.
Over time, revive it.
Over time, make it known.
Though angry, remember compassion.
3God comes from Teman
and the holy one from the mountain of Paran. Selah
His majesty covers the heavens
and his praise fills the earth.
4His radiance is like the sunlight,
with rays flashing from his hand.
That is the hiding place of his power.
5Pestilence walks in front of him.
Plague marches at his feet.
6He stops and measures the earth.
He looks and sets out against the nations.
The everlasting mountains collapse;
the eternal hills bow down;
the eternal paths belong to him.
7I saw the tents of Cushan under duress.
The curtains of the land of Midian were quaking.
8Was the Lord raging against the rivers?
Or was your anger directed against the rivers?
Or was your fury directed against the sea
when you rode on your horses
or rode your chariots to victory?
9You raise up your empty bow,
uttering curses for the arrows.#Heb uncertain Selah
With rivers you split open the earth.
10The mountains see you and writhe.
A flood of water rushes through.
The deep utters its voice;
it raises its hands aloft.#Heb uncertain
11Sun and moon stand still high above.
With the light, your arrows shoot,
your spear at the flash of lightning.
12In fury, you stride the earth;
in anger you tread the nations.
13You go out to save your people.
For the salvation of your anointed
you smashed the head of the house of wickedness,
laying bare the foundation up to the neck. Selah
14You pierce the head of his warrior with his own spear.
His warriors are driven off,
those who take delight in oppressing us,#Or me
those who take pleasure in secretly devouring the poor.
15You make your horses tread on the sea;
turbulent waters foam.
The prophet responds
16I hear and my insides tremble.
My lips quiver at the sound.
Rottenness enters my bones.
I tremble while I stand,#Or I tremble beneath me.
while I wait for the day of distress to come against the people who attack us.
17Though the fig tree doesn’t bloom,
and there’s no produce on the vine;
though the olive crop withers,
and the fields don’t provide food;
though the sheep are cut off from the pen,
and there are no cattle in the stalls;
18I will rejoice in the Lord.
I will rejoice in the God of my deliverance.
19The Lord God is my strength.
He will set my feet like the deer.
He will let me walk upon the heights.#Or my heights
To the director, with stringed instruments