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CHAPTER 3

1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on the shigyonot.

                 2LORD, I have heard the report of You,

                     am in awe, O LORD, of your acts.

                 In these very years revive them,

                     in these very years make them known.

                         In anger, remember to show mercy.

                 3God shall come from Teman

                     and the Holy One from Mount Paran.         selah.

                 His majesty covers the heavens,

                     and His splendor fills the earth.

                 4And the radiance is like light.

                     Beams from His hand He has,

                         and there His might is hidden.

                 5Before Him pestilence goes,

                     and plague comes forth at His feet.

                 6He halts, and He makes the earth rock,

                     looks, and makes nations leap,

                 and the age-old mountains crumble,

                     the ancient hills collapse.

                         The ancient marches are His.

                 7The tents of Cushan are shattered,

                     shaken the tent curtains of Midian’s land.

                 8With Neharim is the LORD incensed,

                     against Neharim Your wrath, against Yamm Your fury,

                 when You ride Your horses,

                     Your chariots of victory.

                 9Laid bare is Your bow,

                     and the seven Rods of Eimar.                  selah.

                 You split the earth with rivers.

                     10The mountains see you, shudder.

                 A stream of water surges.

                     The deep sends forth its voice.

                         The sky swears solemnly.

                 11Sun and moon stand still at the zenith

                     by the light of Your arrows they go,

                         by the radiance of the gleam of Your spear.

                 12In wrath You stride across earth,

                     in fury You trample nations.

                 13You sally forth to Your people’s rescue,

                     to the rescue of Your anointed.

                 You smash the top of the wicked’s house,

                     You raze the foundation down to bedrock.         selah.

                 14You pierce the head with a rod.

                     His troops storm in their glee to scatter me

                         as one devours the poor in ambush.

                 15You made Your horses tread in the sea—

                     the great waters were roiled.

                 16I heard and I quaked within,

                     at the sound my lips quivered.

                 Rot comes into my bones

                     and I quake where I stand.

                 Will You rest on the day of distress

                     when a people comes up to assault us?

                 17For the fig tree does not bud,

                     and there is no yield from the vines.

                 The olive tree’s crop is shriveled

                     and the fields do not grow grain.

                 The sheep are gone from the fold,

                     and no cattle are in the barns.

                 18But I in the LORD will exult,

                     will rejoice in the God of my rescue.

                 19The LORD Master is my strength,

                     He makes my feet like the gazelle’s

                         and has me tread upon the heights.

For the lead player, on stringed instruments.