Habakkuk 3

A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on shigyonoth. 2 God, I have heard your report; I feared, God, your work. In the midst of the years, revive it; in the midst of the years, make it known. In wrath, remember compassion. \* 3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One, from Mount Paran. Selah His splendor covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth. \* 4 And {his} brightness was like the light; his rays {came} from his hand, and there {was} the hiding of his strength. 5 Before his face plague went, and fiery bolts went out at his feet. \* 6 He stood, and he measured the earth. He looked, and he made the nations spring apart. The eternal mountains were shattered; the everlasting hills sank down. His goings {are} everlasting. \* 7 Under trouble I saw the tents of Cushan; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled. 8 Was it against the rivers that God burned? Or {was} your nose against the rivers? Or {was} your fury against the sea, that you rode on your horses, your chariots of salvation? \* 9 Your bow was completely bared; the oaths {sworn} to the staffs {were} a word. Selah You split the earth with rivers. 10 The mountains saw you; they writhed. A torrent of waters swept past. The deep gave its voice; it lifted its hands on high. \* 11 The sun {and} moon stood still in their habitation, at the light of your arrows as they flew, at the gleam of the lightning of your spear. 12 In indignation you marched through the earth; in anger you threshed the nations. \* 13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed one. You struck the head from the house of the wicked, laying bare the foundation to the neck. Selah \* 14 You pierced with his own staffs the head of his warriors. They stormed to scatter me; their exultation {was} as if to devour the afflicted in secret. 15 You trod the sea with your horses, {through} the heap of great waters. \* 16 I heard, and my belly trembled; at the sound, my lips quivered. Decay entered into my bones, and in my place I trembled. Yet I may rest for the day of distress, to come up against the people who attack us. \* 17 Though the fig tree does not blossom, and {there} is no produce on the vines, the work of the olive has been deceptive, and the fields have not produced food, the flock has been cut off from the fold, and {there} are no cattle in the stalls— \* 18 yet I, I will exult in God; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation. 19 God the Lord {is} my strength, and he made my feet like deer, and on my high places he makes me tread. To the chief musician, on my stringed instruments.