¹A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet concerning pre-eminence.

²Lord, I have heard your report;

I have feared, O Lord, your work.

Revive it in the course of years

– In the course of years make it known.

In raging,

Remember to be merciful.

³May God come from Teman,

And the holy one from Mount Paran.

Selah.

His glory covers the heavens,

And his praise fills the earth.

⁴And his splendour is as a light;

He has beams of light emanating from his hand,

Where his power is concealed.

⁵Pestilence goes before him,

And lightning emanates at his feet.

⁶He stood and measured out the earth;

He looked and shook up the nations,

And the perpetual mountains were scattered,

And age-abiding hills were brought low.

His ways are age-abiding.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan in adversity,

And the awnings of the land of Midian shake.

⁸Was the Lord furious with the rivers?

Or was your anger with the rivers?

Or was your wrath with the sea?

For you will ride on your horses,

Drawing your chariots of salvation.

⁹Your bow will be made completely bare,

According to the oaths made to the tribes

– Your declaration to them.

Selah.

You divide the earth with rivers.

¹⁰The mountains saw you,

And they writhed.

A watery downpour brought overflow,

The deep sounded its voice;

It lifted its hands up high.

¹¹The sun and moon stood still in their residence;

At the light of your arrows they proceed

– At the brightness of the glittering of your spear.

¹²In indignation you step through the earth;

In anger you tread on nations.

¹³You have gone out for the salvation of your people,

For the salvation of your anointed nation;

You have shattered the head in the house of the wicked

In making it bare from the foundation to the neck.

Selah.

¹⁴You have bored through the head of their ruler with his sceptres.

They rage like a storm in order to scatter me;

Their exultation is as if to consume the poor in secret.

¹⁵You made your way through the sea with your horses,

Through great foaming water.

¹⁶I heard it,

And my stomach trembled;

At the sound, my lips quivered.

A loathsome feeling comes on my bones,

And I shake on the spot,

Wishing that I may rest on the day of adversity.

At the advance towards the people,

He will attack them.

¹⁷For a fig tree will not blossom,

And there will be no produce on the vines,

And the crop of the olive tree will fail,

And the cornfields will not yield food,

And the sheep will be cut off from the fold,

And there will be no cattle in the stalls.

¹⁸But I will exult in the Lord;

I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.

¹⁹The Lord my Lord is my strength,

And he makes my feet like those of the deer,

And he makes me walk on my raised sites.

To the choirmaster,

For accompaniment by my stringed instruments.