Chapter 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk , the prophet , set to victorious music.
2 LORD , I have heard of your fame . I stand in awe of your deeds , LORD . Renew your work in the middle of the years . In the middle of the years make it known . In wrath , you remember mercy .
3 God came from Teman , the Holy One from Mount Paran . Selah . His glory covered the heavens , and his praise filled the earth .
4 His splendour is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand , where his power is hidden.
5 Plague went before him , and pestilence followed his feet .
6 He stood , and shook the earth. He looked , and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed . His ways are eternal .
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled .
8 Was the LORD 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 out 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 voice . 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 even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish , nor fruit be in the vines , the labour 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 the LORD . I will be joyful in the God of my salvation !
19 GOD , 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 .