Habakkuk 3

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¹This is a prayer sung by the prophet Habakkuk. On Shigonoth.

²I have heard what is said about you, Lord. I stand in awe of your work. Lord, revive it in our times; make it known in our times. In your anger, please remember your mercy.

³God came from Teman; the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens; the earth was full of his praise.

⁴His brightness is like lightning; rays flash from his hand from where his power is hidden.

⁵Plague goes before him, disease follows at his feet.

⁶Where he stands, the earth shakes. When he looks the nations tremble. The ancient mountains shatter, the age-old hills collapse, but his ways are eternal.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan suffering, the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.

⁸Did you burn with rage against the rivers, Lord? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you furious with the sea when you rode your horses and chariots of salvation?

⁹You took out your bow; you filled your quiver with arrows. Selah. You split the earth open with rivers.

¹⁰Mountains saw you and shook. Water poured down and swept by. The deep called out, lifting high its waves.

¹¹The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your sparkling arrows flew and your spears flashed bright.

¹²Indignant, you marched across the earth, trampling the nations in your anger.

¹³You came out to save your people, to save your chosen people. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked, stripping him from thick to neck.

¹⁴With his own arrows you pierced the heads of his warriors, those who came like a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating like those who secretly abuse the poor.

¹⁵You trod upon the sea with your horses, churning up the mighty waters.

¹⁶I shook inside when I heard this; my lips quivered at the sound; my bones turned to jelly; I trembled where I stood. I wait quietly for the day of trouble that will come upon those who attacked us.

¹⁷Even though there are no blossoms on the fig trees and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no harvest; even though there are no animals in the pen and no cattle in the stalls;

¹⁸still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹The Lord God is my strength. He makes me able to walk in the highest mountains, as sure-footed as a deer. (To the music director: with my stringed instruments.)