1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.
2O Lord, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O Lord, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember mercy. 3God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise. 4And his brightness was as the light; he had rays coming forth from his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. 5Before him went the pestilence, and fiery bolts went forth at his feet. 6He stood, and measured the earth; he beheld, and drove asunder the nations: and the eternal mountains were scattered, the everlasting hills did bow; his goings were as of old. 7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble. 8Was the Lord displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers, or thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses, upon thy chariots of salvation? 9Thy bow was made quite bare; the oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Selah Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers. 10The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; the tempest of waters passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high. 11The sun and moon stood still in their habitation; at the light of thine arrows as they went, at the shining of thy glittering spear. 12Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst thresh the nations in anger. 13Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, for the salvation of thine anointed; thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked, laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. Selah 14Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: they came as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly. 15Thou didst tread the sea with thine horses, the heap of mighty waters. 16I heard, and my belly trembled, my lips quivered at the voice; rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place: that I should rest in the day of trouble, when it cometh up against the people which invadeth him in troops. 17For though the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: 18Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. 19Jehovah the Lord, is my strength, and he maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and will make me to walk upon mine high places.
Fot the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.
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