Habakkuk, 3

¹ The prayer of Ha·bakʹkuk the prophet, in dirges:^*1

² O Jehovah, I have heard the report about you. I am in awe, O Jehovah, of your activity. In the midst of the years^*1 bring it to life! In the midst of the years^*2 make it known. May you remember to show mercy during the turmoil.

³ God came from Teʹman, The Holy One from Mount Paʹran. (Selah)^*1 His majesty covered the heavens; With his praise the earth was filled.

⁴ His brightness was like the light. Two rays flashed from his hand, Where his strength was hidden.

⁵ Before him went pestilence, And burning fever followed at his feet.

⁶ He stood still and shook the earth. With a look, he made nations leap. The eternal mountains were smashed, And the ancient hills bowed down. The paths of long ago are his.

⁷ I saw trouble in the tents of Cuʹshan. The tent cloths of the land of Midʹi·an trembled.

⁸ Is it against the rivers, O Jehovah, Is it against the rivers that your anger is burning? Or is your fury against the sea? For you rode on your horses; Your chariots were victorious.^*1

⁹ Your bow is uncovered and ready. The rods^*1 are assigned with an oath.^*2 (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.

¹⁰ Mountains writhed in pain at the sight of you. A downpour of waters swept through. The deep roared with its voice. It lifted its hands high.

¹¹ Sun and moon stood still in their lofty abode. Your arrows went out like the light. The lightning of your spear was brilliant.

¹² You marched through the earth with indignation. You trampled^*1 the nations in anger.

¹³ You went out for the salvation of your people, to save your anointed one. You crushed the leader^*1 of the house of the wicked. It was exposed from the foundation to the top.^*2 (Selah)

¹⁴ You pierced the head of his warriors with his own weapons^*1 When they stormed out to scatter me. They were overjoyed to devour an afflicted one in secret.

¹⁵ Through the sea you trod with your horses, Through the surging of vast waters.

¹⁶ I heard and I trembled within;^*1 At the sound my lips quivered. Rottenness entered my bones; My legs beneath me were shaking. But I quietly wait for the day of distress, For it is coming upon the people who attack us.

¹⁷ Although the fig tree may not blossom, And there may be no fruit on the vines; Although the olive crop may fail, And the fields^*1 may produce no food; Although the flock may disappear from the pen, And there may be no cattle in the stalls;

¹⁸ Yet, as for me, I will exult in Jehovah; I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹ The Sovereign Lord Jehovah is my strength; He will make my feet like those of a deer And cause me to tread on high places.

To the director; with my stringed instruments.