3:1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on Shigionoth.
3:2 O Lord, I have heard the report of You, and was afraid; O Lord, revive Your work in the midst of the years! In the midst of these years make them known; in wrath remember mercy.
3:3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of His praise.
3:4 His brightness was like the light; rays flashed from His hand, and there His power was hidden.
3:5 Pestilence went out before Him, and plague followed His feet.
3:6 He stood and measured the earth; He looked and shook the nations. The eternal mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills bowed. His ways are everlasting.
3:7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
3:8 Were you displeased with the rivers, O Lord? Was Your anger against the rivers, and was Your wrath against the sea when You rode on Your horses, on Your chariots of salvation?
3:9 You made bare Your bow; oaths were the arrows at Your command. Selah You divided the earth with the rivers.
3:10 The mountains saw You and trembled; the overflowing water passed by. The deep lifted its voice, and lifted its hands on high.
3:11 The sun and moon stood still in their places; at the light of Your arrows they went, at the flash of Your glittering spear.
3:12 You marched throughout the earth in indignation; You threshed the nations in anger.
3:13 You went forth to deliver Your people, to deliver Your anointed one. You wounded the head of the house of the wicked, laying him bare from head to foot. Selah
3:14 You pierced with his own arrows the leaders of his villages. They came like a whirlwind to scatter me; their rejoicing was like devouring the poor in secret.
3:15 You trampled the sea with Your horses, through the wakes of great waters.
3:16 I heard, and my body trembled; my lips quivered at the sound; rottenness entered my bones; my legs tremble beneath me. Yet I will wait quietly for the day when calamity comes on the people invading us.
3:17 Though the fig tree does not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; though the yield of the olive fails, and the fields produce no food; though the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls—
3:18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will exult in the God of my salvation.
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