Hab 3
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A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.
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O YHWH, I have heard the report of you, and am afraid: O YHWH, revive your work in
the midst of the years; In the midst of the years make it known; In anger remember
mercy.
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God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered
the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.
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And [his] brightness was as the light; He had rays [coming forth] from his hand; And
there was the hiding of his power.
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Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.
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He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and drove asunder the nations; And the
eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills did bow; His goings were [as]
of old.
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I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
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Was YHWH displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, Or your anger
against the sea, That you did ride upon your horses, Upon your chariots of salvation?
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Your bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a [sure] word. Selah.
You did cleave the earth with rivers.
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The mountains saw you, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep
uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.
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The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of your arrows as they
went, At the shining of your glittering spear.
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You did march though the land in indignation; You did thresh the nations in anger.
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You went forth for the salvation of your people, For the salvation of your anointed;
You wound the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation
even to the neck. Selah.
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You did pierce with his own staffs the head of his warriors: They came as a
whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
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You did tread the sea with your horses, The heap of mighty waters.
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I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness enters into
my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,
For the coming up of the people that invades us.
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For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The
labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall
be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
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Yet I will rejoice in YHWH, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
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YHWH, the Lord, is my strength; And he makes my feet like hinds` [feet], And will
make me to walk upon my high places.