Habakkuk 3

¹ A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, concerning overtakings. ² WITH A SONG Yahweh, I hear Your report, I fear, Yahweh, Your contrivance; within the years make it live; within the years are You informing. In the disturbance You are remembering compassion. ³ Eloah is coming from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. INTERLUDE His splendor covers the heavens, and His praise fills the earth. ⁴ And its brightness is becoming as the light. From His hand He has gleams, and there is the hiding of His strength. ⁵ Before Him the plague is going, and a sirocco is faring forth at His feet. ⁶ He stands and is measuring the earth; he sees and is letting loose the nations. And the mountain ranges of futurity are scattering; the eonian hills bow down; his goings are eonian. ⁷ I saw the tents of Cushan under lawlessness; the sheets of the land of Midian are disturbed. ⁸ Was Yahweh hot against the streams? Or was Your anger against the streams? Or was Your rage against the sea? For You wast riding on Your horses, Your chariots of salvation. ⁹ Your bow was verily naked; sworn are the rods by Your saying. INTERLUDE You are rending the earth with streams; ¹⁰ seeing You, the mountains are travailing, the storm of waters passes, the submerged chaos gives forth its voice; it lifts its hands on high. ¹¹ The sun and moon stand in their residence; at the light Your arrows are going at the brightness of the flashing of Your spear. ¹² With menace are You marching through the earth; in anger are You threshing the nations. ¹³ You fare forth for the salvation of Your people, for the salvation of Your anointed ones. You do transfix the head of the house of the wicked, razing the foundation unto the neck. INTERLUDE ¹⁴ You do pierce the head of his hordes with his rod; they are tempestuous to scatter me. Their gladness is as to devour the humble in concealment. ¹⁵ You tread in the sea with Your horses, the turbid mass of vast waters. ¹⁶ I heard and my belly is disturbed; at the sound my lips tingled; trembling is coming into my bones, and under me I am disturbed in flesh. I will rest for the day of distress to go up to the people of my sojourning. ¹⁷ Though the fig tree is not budding, and there is no crop on the vines; the yield of the olive dissimulates, and the plantations yield no food; the flock severs from the fold, and there is no herd in the paddocks; ¹⁸ yet I will joy in Yahweh; I will exult in the Elohim of my salvation. ¹⁹ Yahweh, my Lord, is my ability, and He will make my feet as hinds'; and on my fane heights is He causing me to tread. PERMANENT WITH ACCOMPANIMENTS