[1] A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
[2] LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
[3] God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
[4] His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
[5] Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
[6] He 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.
[7] I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
[8] Was the LORD 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?
[9] You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. You split the earth with rivers.
[10] The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
[11] The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
[12] You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
[13] You went out 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.
[14] You 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.
[15] You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
[16] I 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.
[17] For 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:
[18] yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
[19] The LORD, 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.