 1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet concerning erring ones: 2 O Lord, I have heard your report. I am afraid. O Lord. Give new life to your work in the midst of years. In the midst of the years make known. In wrath remember mercy. 3 God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His glory covers the heavens, and His praise fills the earth. 4 His brightness is as the light. Rays from His hand are His, and there was a hiding of His strength. 5 A plague went before Him, and lightning went forth at His feet. 6 He stood and measured the earth. He looked and shook nations, and the everlasting mountains were shattered. The eternal hills bowed down. His ways are everlasting. 7 I saw the tents of Cushan under calamity. The curtains of the land of Midian trembled. 8 Did the Lord burn against rivers? Or was your anger against the rivers? Or your wrath against the sea? For you ride on horses, your chariots of salvation. 9 You make your bow naked, according to the oaths of the rods of your Word. Selah. You have cut through the earth with rivers. 10 They saw you. Mountains trembled. The storm of water passed over. The deep uttered its voice and lifted up its hands on high. 11 The sun and moon stood still in their places. They went away at the light of your arrows and at the shining of your shining+ spear. 12 You march into the land in fury. You thresh nations in anger. 13 You went forth for the salvation of your people, for salvation with your anointed. You struck the head from the house of the wicked, to bare the foundation to the neck. Selah. 14 You pierced the head of his warriors with his shafts. They storm out to scatter me. Their rejoicing is to devour the meek in a secret place. 15 You trod in the sea with your horses, the foaming of many waters. 16 I heard and 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. To come up against the people. He cuts him off. 17 Though the fig tree will not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines. The labor of the olive fails, and the fields yield no food. The flock is cut off from the fold, and no herd is in the stalls; 18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. 19 The Lord is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
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