ASV - Habakkuk - 3

3:1  A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.

3:2  O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years; 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. [Selah His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.

3:4  Andhisbrightness was as the light; He had rayscoming forthfrom his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.

3:5  Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

3:6  He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and drove asunder the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills did bow; His goings were as of old.

3:7  I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

3:8  Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation?

3:9  Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were asure word. [Selah Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

3:10  The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.

3:11  The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.

3:12  Thou didst march through the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.

3:13  Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. [Selah

3:14  Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

3:15  Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.

3:16  I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth 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 that invadeth us.

3:17  For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:

3:18  Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

3:19  Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, And will make me to walk upon my high places.