1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth.

     2LORD, I have heard the report about Thee and I fear.
            O LORD, revive Thy work in the midst of the years,
            In the midst of the years make it known;
            In wrath remember mercy.

     3God comes from Teman,
            And the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.
            His splendor covers the heavens,
            And the earth is full of His praise.

     4His radiance is like the sunlight;
            He has rays flashing from His hand,
            And there is the hiding of His power.

     5Before Him goes pestilence,
            And plague comes after Him.

     6He stood and surveyed the earth;
            He looked and startled the nations.
            Yes, the perpetual mountains were shattered,
            The ancient hills collapsed.
            His ways are everlasting.

     7I saw the tents of Cushan under distress,
            The tent curtains of the land of Midian were trembling.

     8Did the LORD rage against the rivers,
            Or was Thine anger against the rivers,
            Or was Thy wrath against the sea,
            That Thou didst ride on Thy horses,
            On Thy chariots of salvation?

     9Thy bow was made bare,
            The rods of chastisement were sworn. Selah.
            Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

     10The mountains saw Thee and quaked;
            The downpour of waters swept by.
            The deep uttered forth its voice,
            It lifted high its hands.

     11Sun and moon stood in their places;
            They went away at the light of Thine arrows,
            At the radiance of Thy gleaming spear.

     12In indignation Thou didst march through the earth;
            In anger Thou didst trample the nations.

     13Thou didst go forth for the salvation of Thy people,
            For the salvation of Thine anointed.
            Thou didst strike the head of the house of the evil
            To lay him open from thigh to neck. Selah.

     14Thou didst pierce with his own spears
            The head of his throngs.
            They stormed in to scatter us;
            Their exultation was like those
            Who devour the oppressed in secret.

     15Thou didst tread on the sea with Thy horses,
            On the surge of many waters.

     16I heard and my inward parts trembled,
            At the sound my lips quivered.
            Decay enters my bones,
            And in my place I tremble.
            Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress,
            For the people to arise who will invade us.

     17Though the fig tree should not blossom,
            And there be no fruit on the vines,
            Though the yield of the olive should fail,
            And the fields produce no food,
            Though the flock should be cut off from the fold,
            And there be no cattle in the stalls,

     18Yet I will exult in the LORD,
            I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.

     19The Lord GOD is my strength,
            And He has made my feet like hinds’ feet,
            And makes me walk on my high places.For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.