Habakkuk’s Prayer 3 1This is the prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on shigionoth. 2Lord, I have heard the news about you; I am amazed at what you have done. Lord, do great things once again in our time; make those things happen again in our own days. Even when you are angry, remember to be kind. 3God is coming from Teman; the Holy One comes from Mount Paran.[A]Selah His glory covers the skies, and his praise fills the earth. 4He is like a bright light. Rays of light shine from his hand, and there he hides his power. 5Sickness goes before him, and disease follows behind him. 6He stands and shakes the earth. He looks, and the nations shake with fear. The mountains, which stood for ages, break into pieces; the old hills fall down. God has always done this. 7I saw that the tents of Cushan were in trouble and that the tents of Midian trembled. 8Lord, were you angry at the rivers, or were you angry at the streams? Were you angry with the sea when you rode your horses and chariots of victory?[B] 9You uncovered your bow and commanded many arrows to be brought to you. Selah You split the earth with rivers. 10The mountains saw you and shook with fear. The rushing water flowed. The sea made a loud noise, and its waves rose high. 11The sun and moon stood still in the sky; they stopped when they saw the flash of your flying arrows and the gleam of your shining spear. 12In anger you marched on the earth; in anger you punished the nations. 13You came out to save your people, to save your chosen one. You crushed the leader of the wicked ones and took everything he had, from head to toe.Selah 14With the enemy’s own spear you stabbed the leader of his army. His soldiers rushed out like a storm to scatter us. They were happy as they were robbing the poor people in secret. 15But you marched through the sea with your horses, stirring the great waters. 16I hear these things, and my body trembles; my lips tremble when I hear the sound. My bones feel weak, and my legs shake. But I will wait patiently for the day of disaster that will come to the people who attack us. 17Fig trees may not grow figs, and there may be no grapes on the vines. There may be no olives growing and no food growing in the fields. There may be no sheep in the pens and no cattle in the barns. 18But I will still be glad in the Lord; I will rejoice in God my Savior. 19The Lord God is my strength. He makes me like a deer that does not stumble so I can walk on the steep mountains. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.
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