1A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
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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.
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3God came from Teman,
- the Holy One from Mount Paran.
- His glory covered the heavens,
- and his praise filled the earth.
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4His splendor is like the sunrise.
- Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
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5Plague went before him,
- and pestilence followed his feet.
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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.
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7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction.
- The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
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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?
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9You uncovered your bow.
- You called for your sworn arrows.
- You split the earth with rivers.
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10The mountains saw you, and were afraid.
- The storm of waters passed by.
- The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
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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.
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12You marched through the land in wrath.
- You threshed the nations in anger.
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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.
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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.
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15You trampled the sea with your horses,
- churning mighty waters.
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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.
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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:
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18yet I will rejoice in Yahweh.
- I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
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19Yahweh, the Lord, 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.