The oracle that the prophet Habakkuk saw.
O Lord, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not listen? Or cry to you "Violence!" and you will not save?
Why do you make me see wrongdoing and look at trouble? Destruction and violence are before me; strife and contention arise.
So the law becomes slack and justice never prevails. The wicked surround the righteous— therefore judgment comes forth perverted.
Look at the nations, and see! Be astonished! Be astounded! For a work is being done in your days that you would not believe if you were told.
For I am rousing the Chaldeans, that fierce and impetuous nation, who march through the breadth of the earth to seize dwellings not their own.
Dread and fearsome are they; their justice and dignity proceed from themselves.
Their horses are swifter than leopards, more menacing than wolves at dusk; their horses charge. Their horsemen come from far away; they fly like an eagle swift to devour.
They all come for violence, with faces pressing a forward; they gather captives like sand.
At kings they scoff, and of rulers they make sport. They laugh at every fortress, and heap up earth to take it.
Then they sweep by like the wind; they transgress and become guilty; their own might is their god!
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