[1] A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth. [2] O Lord, word
of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years
come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind. [3] God came from
Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. The heavens were covered
with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise. [4] He was shining
like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was
kept secret. [5] Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
[6] From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations
were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging
hills were bent down; his ways are eternal. [7] The curtains of Cushan were
troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking. [8] Was your wrath burning
against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your
horses, on your war-carriages of salvation? [9] Your bow was quite
uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers. [10] The
mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with
water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the
moon kept still in her place. [11] At the light of your arrows they went
away, at the shining of your polished spear. [12] You went stepping through
the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion. [13] You went out
for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your
holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer,
uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah. [14] You have put your spears
through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had
joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly. [15] The
feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters. [16]
Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the
sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave
sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the
people in bands. [17] For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is
no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the
fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and
there is no herd in the cattle-house: [18] Still, I will be glad in the
Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation. [19] The Lord God is my
strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high
places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.
