3:1 A
prayer
of
Habakkuk
the
prophet,
according
to
Shigionoth.
3:2 O
LORD,
I
have
heard
the
report
of
you,
and
your
work,
O
LORD,
do
I
fear.
In
the
midst
of
the
years
revive
it;
in
the
midst
of
the
years
make
it
known;
in
wrath
remember
mercy.
3:3 God
came
from
Teman,
and
the
Holy
One
from
Mount
Paran.
His
splendor
covered
the
heavens,
and
the
earth
was
full
of
his
praise.
Selah
3:4 His
brightness
was
like
the
light;
rays
flashed
from
his
hand;
and
there
he
veiled
his
power.
3:5 Before
him
went
pestilence,
and
plague
followed
at
his
heels.
3:6 He
stood
and
measured
the
earth;
he
looked
and
shook
the
nations;
then
the
eternal
mountains
were
scattered;
the
everlasting
hills
sank
low.
His
were
the
everlasting
ways.
3:7 I
saw
the
tents
of
Cushan
in
affliction;
the
curtains
of
the
land
of
Midian
did
tremble.
3:8 Was
your
wrath
against
the
rivers,
O
LORD
Was
your
anger
against
the
rivers,
or
your
indignation
against
the
sea,
when
you
rode
on
your
horses,
on
your
chariot
of
salvation
3:9 You
stripped
the
sheath
from
your
bow,
calling
for
many
arrows.
Selah
You
split
the
earth
with
rivers.
3:10 The
mountains
saw
you
and
writhed;
the
raging
waters
swept
on;
the
deep
gave
forth
its
voice;
it
lifted
its
hands
on
high.
3:11 The
sun
and
moon
stood
still
in
their
place
at
the
light
of
your
arrows
as
they
sped,
at
the
flash
of
your
glittering
spear.
3:12 You
marched
through
the
earth
in
fury;
you
threshed
the
nations
in
anger.
3:13 You
went
out
for
the
salvation
of
your
people,
for
the
salvation
of
your
anointed.
You
crushed
the
head
of
the
house
of
the
wicked,
laying
him
bare
from
thigh
to
neck.
Selah
3:14 You
pierced
with
his
own
arrows
the
heads
of
his
warriors,
who
came
like
a
whirlwind
to
scatter
me,
rejoicing
as
if
to
devour
the
poor
in
secret.
3:15 You
trampled
the
sea
with
your
horses,
the
surging
of
mighty
waters.
3:16 I
hear,
and
my
body
trembles;
my
lips
quiver
at
the
sound;
rottenness
enters
into
my
bones;
my
legs
tremble
beneath
me.
Yet
I
will
quietly
wait
for
the
day
of
trouble
to
come
upon
people
who
invade
us.
3:17 Though
the
fig
tree
should
not
blossom,
nor
fruit
be
on
the
vines,
the
produce
of
the
olive
fail
and
the
fields
yield
no
food,
the
flock
be
cut
off
from
the
fold
and
there
be
no
herd
in
the
stalls,
3:18 yet
I
will
rejoice
in
the
LORD;
I
will
take
joy
in
the
God
of
my
salvation.
3:19 GOD,
the
Lord,
is
my
strength;
he
makes
my
feet
like
the
deer's;
he
makes
me
tread
on
my
high
places.
To
the
choirmaster:
with
stringed
instruments.