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1 A
prayer of Habakkuk,
the prophet, set
to victorious music.
2 LORD,
I have heard
of your fame.
I stand in
awe of your
deeds, LORD.
Renew your work
in the middle
of the years.
In the middle
of the years
make it known.
In wrath, you
remember mercy.
3 God came
from Teman,
the Holy One
from Mount Paran.
Selah.
His glory covered
the heavens,
and his praise
filled the earth.
4 His splendor
is like
the sunrise.
Rays shine from
his hand, where
his power
is hidden.
5 Plague
went before him,
and pestilence
followed his feet.
6 He
stood, and shook
the earth.
He looked, and
made the
nations tremble.
The ancient
mountains were crumbled.
The age-old hills
collapsed.
His ways are
eternal.
7 I
saw the tents of
Cushan in affliction.
The dwellings of
the land of Midian
trembled.
8 Was
the LORD
displeased with
the rivers?
Was your anger
against the rivers,
or your wrath
against the sea,
that you rode
on your horses,
on your chariots
of salvation?
9 You uncovered
your bow.
You called for your sworn
arrows.
Selah.
You split the earth
with rivers.
10 The
mountains saw you,
and were afraid.
The storm of
waters passed by.
The deep roared
and lifted up
its hands on
high.
11 The
sun and moon
stood still in
the sky
at the light
of your arrows as
they went,
at the shining
of your glittering
spear.
12 You
marched through
the land in wrath.
You threshed the
nations in anger.
13 You
went out for
the salvation of
your people,
for the salvation
of your anointed.
You crushed the
head of the land
of wickedness.
You stripped them
head to foot.
Selah.
14 You
pierced the heads
of his warriors
with their own spears.
They came as a
whirlwind to
scatter me,
gloating as if
to devour the
wretched in secret.
15 You
trampled the sea
with your horses,
churning mighty waters.
16 I
heard, and my
body trembled.
My lips quivered
at the voice.
Rottenness enters 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 who invade
us.
17 For
even though the
fig tree doesn’t
flourish,
nor fruit be
in the vines,
the labor of the
olive fails,
the fields yield
no food,
the flocks are
cut off from
the fold,
and there is no
herd in the
stalls,
18 yet
I will rejoice
in the LORD.
I will be
joyful in the
God of my
salvation!
19 GOD,
the Lord,
is my strength.
He makes my
feet like deer’s
feet,
and enables me to
go in high
places.
For the music
director, on my
stringed instruments.