¹A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.

• ²Yahweh, I have heard of your fame.
• I stand in awe of your deeds, Yahweh.

• Renew your work in the midst of the years.
• In the midst of the years make it known.
• In wrath, you remember mercy.

• ³God came from Teman,
• the Holy One from Mount Paran.

• Selah.

• His glory covered the heavens,
• and his praise filled the earth.

• ⁴His splendor is like the sunrise.
• Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.

• ⁵Plague went before him,
• and pestilence followed his feet.

• ⁶He stood, and shook the earth.
• He looked, and made the nations tremble.
• The ancient mountains were crumbled.
• The age-old hills collapsed.
• His ways are eternal.

• ⁷I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction.
• The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.

• ⁸Was Yahweh displeased with the rivers?
• Was your anger against the rivers,
• or your wrath against the sea,
• that you rode on your horses,
• on your chariots of salvation?

• ⁹You uncovered your bow.
• You called for your sworn arrows.

• Selah.

• You split the earth with rivers.

• ¹⁰The mountains saw you, and were afraid.
• The storm of waters passed by.
• The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.

• ¹¹The sun and moon stood still in the sky,
• at the light of your arrows as they went,
• at the shining of your glittering spear.

• ¹²You marched through the land in wrath.
• You threshed the nations in anger.

• ¹³You went forth for the salvation of your people,
• for the salvation of your anointed.

• You crushed the head of the land of wickedness.
• You stripped them head to foot.

• Selah.

• ¹⁴You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears.
• They came as a whirlwind to scatter me,
• gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.

• ¹⁵You trampled the sea with your horses,
• churning mighty waters.

• ¹⁶I heard, and my body trembled.
• My lips quivered at the voice.

• Rottenness enters 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 who invade us.

• ¹⁷For though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,
• nor fruit be in the vines;
• the labor of the olive fails,
• the fields yield no food;
• the flocks are cut off from the fold,
• and there is no herd in the stalls:

• ¹⁸yet I will rejoice in Yahweh.
• I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

• ¹⁹Yahweh, the Lord *The word translated “Lord” is “Adonai.”, is my strength.
• He makes my feet like deer’s feet,
• and enables me to go in high places.

For the music director, on my stringed instruments.