1A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, according to Shigionoth.
2Yahweh, I have heard the report about you, and 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.
3God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His splendor covered the heavens and his praise filled the earth.
4His brightness was like the sunrise. Rays flashed from his hand, and that is where his power is hidden.
5Pestilence went before him and plague followed at his feet.
6He 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.
7I saw the tents of Cushan in distress. The tent-curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
8Was 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?
9You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.
10The mountains saw you and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11The sun and moon stood still in the sky at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
12You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
13You 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.
14You 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.
15You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16I 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.
17For though the fig tree does not flourish, and there is no fruit on the vines, though the yield of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food, and the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
18yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19Yahweh the Lord is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places.