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

²LORD , 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 .

³God came from Teman ,

the Holy One from Mount Paran . Selah .

His glory covered the heavens ,

and his praise filled the earth .

⁴His splendour 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 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 ?

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 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. 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 even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish ,

nor fruit be in the vines ,

the labour 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 the LORD .

I will be joyful in the God of my salvation !

¹⁹GOD , the Lord , is my strength .[#3:19 The word translated “Lord” is “Adonai.”]

He makes my feet like deer’s feet ,

and enables me to go in high places .

For the music director , on my stringed instruments .