Habakkuk
3 The prayer of Ha·bakʹkuk the prophet, in dirges:*
2 O Jehovah, I have heard the report about you.
I am in awe, O Jehovah, of your activity.
In the midst of the years* bring it to life!
In the midst of the years* make it known.
May you remember to show mercy during the turmoil.+
His majesty covered the heavens;+
With his praise the earth was filled.
4 His brightness was like the light.+
Two rays flashed from his hand,
Where his strength was hidden.
6 He stood still and shook the earth.+
With a look, he made nations leap.+
The eternal mountains were smashed,
And the ancient hills bowed down.+
The paths of long ago are his.
7 I saw trouble in the tents of Cuʹshan.
The tent cloths of the land of Midʹi·an trembled.+
8 Is it against the rivers, O Jehovah,
Is it against the rivers that your anger is burning?
Or is your fury against the sea?+
9 Your bow is uncovered and ready.
The rods* are assigned with an oath.* (Selah)
You split the earth with rivers.
10 Mountains writhed in pain at the sight of you.+
A downpour of waters swept through.
The deep roared with its voice.+
It lifted its hands high.
11 Sun and moon stood still in their lofty abode.+
Your arrows went out like the light.+
The lightning of your spear was brilliant.
12 You marched through the earth with indignation.
You trampled* the nations in anger.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, to save your anointed one.
You crushed the leader* of the house of the wicked.
It was exposed from the foundation to the top.* (Selah)
They were overjoyed to devour an afflicted one in secret.
15 Through the sea you trod with your horses,
Through the surging of vast waters.
Rottenness entered my bones;+
My legs beneath me were shaking.
But I quietly wait for the day of distress,+
For it is coming upon the people who attack us.
17 Although the fig tree may not blossom,
And there may be no fruit on the vines;
Although the olive crop may fail,
And the fields* may produce no food;
Although the flock may disappear from the pen,
And there may be no cattle in the stalls;
18 Yet, as for me, I will exult in Jehovah;
I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.+
19 The Sovereign Lord Jehovah is my strength;+
He will make my feet like those of a deer
And cause me to tread on high places.+
To the director; with my stringed instruments.