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1A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet. According to Shigionoth.
 

 2 Yahweh, I have heard the report about you.

 I fear, O Yahweh.

 Revive your work in the midst of these years.

 In the midst of these years make it known.

 In wrath, remember to show mercy.

 

 
3 
God came from Teman,

 the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.

 His splendor covered the heavens

 and his praise filled the earth.

 

 4 His brightness was like the sunrise.

 Rays flashed from his hand.

 And there is the hiding of his power.

 

 5 Pestilence went before him

 and plague followed at his feet.

 

 6 He stood, and shook the earth.

 He looked, and made the nations tremble.

 The ancient mountains were shattered.

 The age–old hills collapsed.

 His ways are everlasting.

 

 7 I saw the tents of Cushan in distress.

 The tent-curtains of the land of Midian trembled.

 

 8 Was Yahweh 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 forth 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 sound.

 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 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 Yahweh.

 I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

 

 19 Yahweh 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.

 

 

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