1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, to be sung with victorious music.
2Yahweh, I have heard about your fame. I am in awe of your powerful deeds, Yahweh. Do your work again in our time. Make it known in our time. Even in your anger, remember to show mercy.
3God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. 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.
5Disease went before him, and sickness followed his steps.
6He stood and shook the earth. He looked and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
7I saw the tents of Cushan in trouble. The homes in the land of Midian trembled.
8Yahweh, were you angry with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your fury against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
9You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. 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 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 anger. You crushed the nations in fury.
13You went out to save your people, to save your chosen one. You crushed the leader of the wicked land. You stripped them from head to foot.
14You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came like a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to secretly devour the helpless.
15You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Decay entered my bones, and I trembled in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming of the people who invade us.
17For though the fig tree does not blossom, nor is there fruit on the vines; the olive crop fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there are no cattle in the stalls:
18yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
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.