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          DASV: Habakkuk 3

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

2 O LORD, I have heard the report about what you have done,
          and stand in awe, O LORD.
      Revive your work in our time;
          in the midst of these years make it known;
          in wrath remember mercy.

3 God came from Teman,
          the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.
      His glory covered the heavens,
          and the earth was full of his praise.
4 His splendor is like the light;
     rays flashed from his hand;
           where his power was hidden.
5 Pestilence went before him,
     and plague followed his feet.
6 He stood and the earth shook;
          his gaze startled the nations.
     The ancient mountains shattered;
          the everlasting hills bow,
                along his ancient paths.
7 I see the tents of Cushan in distress;
     the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.

8 Was the LORD angry at the rivers?
          Was your wrath against the rivers?
     Or your rage against the sea
          when you rode on your horses,
               on your chariots to victory?
9 You brandished your bare bow,
          calling for many arrows. Selah.
     You split the earth with rivers;
10 the mountains saw you and trembled.
     The downpour swept through;
          the deep raised its voice,
                and lifted its hands high.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky,
     at the light of your arrows as they flew,
           at the shining of your glistening spear.

12 In rage you marched though the land;
     in anger you threshed the nations.
13 You went out to rescue your people,
          to save your anointed ones.
     You wounded the leader of the house of the wicked,
          laying him open from head to toe. Selah.
14 You pierced the head of his warriors with his own spear.
     They came like a whirlwind to scatter us,
          rejoicing as they were devouring the poor who were in hiding.
15 You trample the sea with your horses,
     on the surging of mighty waters.

16 I listened and my belly trembled;
          my lips quivered at the sound.
     My bones gave way like they were decayed,
          and I trembled in my place.
     I must wait quietly for the day of calamity,
          coming on the people who invaded us.

17 Even though the fig tree does not blossom,
     and there is no fruit on the vines;
           when the olive tree fails to produce,
     and the fields produce no crops;
           even when the flock is cut off from the fold,
     and there is no herd in the stalls;
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
     I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
19 The sovereign LORD, is my strength.
     He makes my feet as agile as a deer's,
          and enables me to walk on high places.

To the music director, on my stringed instruments.
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