Habakkuk - Chapter 3 | American Standard Version

  • 1. A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.
  • 2. O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years; In the midst of the years make it known; In wrath remember mercy.
  • 3. God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. {cf15i Selah.} His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.
  • 4. And {cf15i his} brightness was as the light; He had rays {cf15i coming forth} from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.
  • 5. Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.
  • 6. He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and drove asunder the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills did bow; His goings were {cf15i as} of old.
  • 7. I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
  • 8. Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation?
  • 9. Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a {cf15i sure} word. {cf15i Selah.} Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
  • 10. The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.
  • 11. The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.
  • 12. Thou didst march though the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
  • 13. Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. {cf15i Selah.}
  • 14. Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
  • 15. Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.
  • 16. I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth 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 that invadeth us.
  • 17. For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
  • 18. Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
  • 19. Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds' {cf15i feet}, And will make me to walk upon my high places.
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