| Chapter
3 |
1 | A
prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth. |
2 | O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O
LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make
known; in wrath remember mercy. |
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. |
4 | And his brightness was as the light;
he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. |
5 | Before him went the
pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. |
6 | He stood, and measured the earth: he
beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were
scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting. |
7 | I saw the tents of Cushan in
affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble. |
8 | Was the LORD displeased against the
rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that
thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation? |
9 | Thy bow was made quite naked,
according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave
the earth with rivers. |
10 |
The mountains saw thee, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water
passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high. |
11 | The sun and moon stood
still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the
shining of thy glittering spear. |
12 | Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst
thresh the heathen in anger. |
13
| Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, even for salvation
with thine anointed; thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked, by
discovering the foundation unto the neck. Selah. |
14 | Thou didst strike through with his staves the head
of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing
was as to devour the poor secretly. |
15 | Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses, through the
heap of great waters. |
16 |
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness
entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day
of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his
troops. |
17 | Although the
fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of
the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be
cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: |
18 | Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I
will joy in the God of my salvation. |
19 | The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like
hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief
singer on my stringed instruments. |