Habakkuk 3
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| A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth. |
| O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years; In the midst of the years make it known; In wrath remember mercy. |
| God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise. |
| And [his] brightness was as the light; He had rays [coming forth] from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power. |
| Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet. |
| He 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. |
| I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble. |
| Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation? |
| Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a [sure] word. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers. |
| The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high. |
| The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear. |
| Thou didst march though the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger. |
| Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. Selah. |
| Thou 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. |
| Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters. |
| I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, For the coming up of the people that invadeth us. |
| For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls: |
| Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation. |
| Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds' [feet], And will make me to walk upon my high places. |
