A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth.
O LORD, 1I have heard the report of you, and 2your work, O LORD, do I fear. In the midst of the years 3revive it; in the midst of the years make it known; 4in wrath remember mercy.
God came from 5Teman, 6and the Holy One from Mount Paran. His splendor covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise. Selah
7His brightness was like the light; rays flashed from his hand; and there he veiled his power.
8Before him went pestilence, and plague followed 9at his heels.
He stood 10and measured the earth; he looked and shook the nations; then the 11eternal mountains 12were scattered; the everlasting hills sank low. His were 13the everlasting ways.
I saw the tents of 14Cushan in affliction; 15the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
16Was your wrath against the rivers, O LORD? Was your anger against the rivers, 17or your indignation against the sea, 18when you rode on your horses, 19on your chariot of salvation?
You stripped the sheath from your bow, calling for many arrows. Selah 20You split the earth with rivers.
21The mountains saw you and writhed; the raging waters swept on; 22the deep gave forth its voice; 23it lifted its hands on high.
24The sun and moon stood still in their place 25at the light of your arrows as they sped, at the flash of your glittering spear.
26You marched through the earth in fury; 27you threshed the nations in anger.
28You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of 29your anointed. 30You crushed the head of the house of the wicked, laying him bare from thigh to neck. Selah
You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors, who came like a whirlwind to scatter me, rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.
31You trampled the sea with your horses, the surging of mighty waters.
32I hear, and 33my body trembles; my lips quiver at the sound; 34rottenness enters into my bones; my legs tremble beneath me. Yet 35I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,
36yet I will rejoice in the LORD; 37I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
GOD, the Lord, is my strength; 38he makes my feet like the deer's; he makes me 39tread on my 40high places.41To the choirmaster: with 42stringed instruments.