Habakkuk 3 MSG/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

 
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1 A prayer of the prophet Habakkuk, with orchestra: 1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. On "shigionoth".
2 God, I've heard what our ancestors say about you, and I'm stopped in my tracks, down on my knees. Do among us what you did among them. Work among us as you worked among them. And as you bring judgment, as you surely must, remember mercy. 2 LORD, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds, O LORD. Renew them in our day, in our time make them known; in wrath remember mercy.
3 God's on his way again, retracing the old salvation route, Coming up from the south through Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Skies are blazing with his splendor, his praises sounding through the earth, 3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. "Selah" His glory covered the heavens and his praise filled the earth.
4 His cloud-brightness like dawn, exploding, spreading, forked-lightning shooting from his hand - what power hidden in that fist! 4 His splendor was like the sunrise; rays flashed from his hand, where his power was hidden.
5 Plague marches before him, pestilence at his heels! 5 Plague went before him; pestilence followed his steps.
6 He stops. He shakes Earth. He looks around. Nations tremble. The age-old mountains fall to pieces; ancient hills collapse like a spent balloon. The paths God takes are older than the oldest mountains and hills. 6 He stood, and shook the earth; he looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains crumbled and the age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
7 I saw everyone worried, in a panic: Old wilderness adversaries, Cushan and Midian, were terrified, hoping he wouldn't notice them. 7 I saw the tents of Cushan in distress, the dwellings of Midian in anguish.
8 God, is it River you're mad at? Angry at old River? Were you raging at Sea when you rode horse and chariot through to salvation? 8 Were you angry with the rivers, O LORD? Was your wrath against the streams? Did you rage against the sea when you rode with your horses and your victorious chariots?
9 You unfurled your bow and let loose a volley of arrows. You split Earth with rivers. 9 You uncovered your bow, you called for many arrows. "Selah" You split the earth with rivers;
10 Mountains saw what was coming. They twisted in pain. Flood Waters poured in. Ocean roared and reared huge waves. 10 the mountains saw you and writhed. Torrents of water swept by; the deep roared and lifted its waves on high.
11 Sun and Moon stopped in their tracks. Your flashing arrows stopped them, your lightning-strike spears impaled them. 11 Sun and moon stood still in the heavens at the glint of your flying arrows, at the lightning of your flashing spear.
12 Angry, you stomped through Earth. Furious, you crushed the godless nations. 12 In wrath you strode through the earth and in anger you threshed the nations.
13 You were out to save your people, to save your specially chosen people. You beat the stuffing out of King Wicked, Stripped him naked from head to toe, 13 You came out to deliver your people, to save your anointed one. You crushed the leader of the land of wickedness, you stripped him from head to foot. "Selah"
14 Set his severed head on his own spear and blew away his army. Scattered they were to the four winds - and ended up food for the sharks! 14 With his own spear you pierced his head when his warriors stormed out to scatter us, gloating as though about to devour the wretched who were in hiding.
15 You galloped through the Sea on your horses, racing on the crest of the waves. 15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning the great waters.
16 When I heard it, my stomach did flips. I stammered and stuttered. My bones turned to water. I staggered and stumbled. I sit back and wait for Doomsday to descend on our attackers. 16 I heard and my heart pounded, my lips quivered at the sound; decay crept into my bones, and my legs trembled. Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us.
17 Though the cherry trees don't blossom and the strawberries don't ripen, Though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields stunted, Though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, 17 Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
18 I'm singing joyful praise to God. I'm turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God. 18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
19 Counting on God's Rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength. I run like a deer. I feel like I'm king of the mountain! (For congregational use, with a full orchestra.) 19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.