Feb 26, 2021
3 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. On shigionoth.[a]
2 Lord, I have heard of your
fame;
I stand in awe of your deeds, Lord.
Repeat them in our day,
in our time make them known;
in wrath remember mercy.
3 God came from
Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Paran.[b]
His glory covered the heavens
and his praise filled the earth.
4 His splendor was like the
sunrise;
rays flashed from his hand,
where his power was hidden.
5 Plague went before him;
pestilence followed his steps.
6 He stood, and shook the earth;
he looked, and made the nations
tremble.
The ancient mountains
crumbled
and the age-old
hills collapsed—
but he marches on forever.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in
distress,
the dwellings of Midian in
anguish.
8 Were you angry
with the rivers, Lord?
Was your wrath against the
streams?
Did you rage against the sea
when you rode your horses
and your chariots to victory?
9 You uncovered your bow,
you called for many arrows.
You split the earth with
rivers;
10 the mountains saw
you and writhed.
Torrents of water swept by;
the deep roared
and lifted its waves on
high.
11 Sun and moon
stood still in the heavens
at the glint of your flying
arrows,
at the lightning of your flashing
spear.
12 In wrath you strode through the
earth
and in anger you threshed the
nations.
13 You came out to deliver your
people,
to save your anointed one.
You crushed the leader of the land
of wickedness,
you stripped him from head to
foot.
14 With his own spear you pierced his
head
when his warriors stormed out to scatter
us,
gloating as though about to
devour
the wretched who were in
hiding.
15 You trampled the sea with your
horses,
churning the great waters.
16 I heard and my
heart pounded,
my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
and my legs trembled.
Yet I will wait patiently for the
day of calamity
to come on the nation invading
us.
17 Though the fig tree does not
bud
and there are no grapes on the
vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the
pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in
the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my
Savior.