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# Chapter 3
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1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth.
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2 O Lord, I have heard the report of you,
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and your work, O Lord, do I fear.
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In the midst of the years revive it;
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in the midst of the years make it known;
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in wrath remember mercy.
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3 God came from Teman,
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and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah
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His splendor covered the heavens,
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and the earth was full of his praise.
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4 His brightness was like the light;
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rays flashed from his hand;
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and there he veiled his power.
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5 Before him went pestilence,
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and plague followed at his heels.
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6 He stood and measured the earth;
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he looked and shook the nations;
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then the eternal mountains were scattered;
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the everlasting hills sank low.
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His were the everlasting ways.
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7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;
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the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
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8 Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord?
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Was your anger against the rivers,
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or your indignation against the sea,
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when you rode on your horses,
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on your chariot of salvation?
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9 You stripped the sheath from your bow,
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calling for many arrows. Selah
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You split the earth with rivers.
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10 The mountains saw you and writhed;
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the raging waters swept on;
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the deep gave forth its voice;
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it lifted its hands on high.
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11 The sun and moon stood still in their place
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at the light of your arrows as they sped,
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at the flash of your glittering spear.
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12 You marched through the earth in fury;
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you threshed the nations in anger.
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13 You went out for the salvation of your people,
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for the salvation of your anointed.
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You crushed the head of the house of the wicked,
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laying him bare from thigh to neck. Selah
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14 You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors,
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who came like a whirlwind to scatter me,
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rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.
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15 You trampled the sea with your horses,
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the surging of mighty waters.
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16 I hear, and my body trembles;
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my lips quiver at the sound;
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rottenness enters into my bones;
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my legs tremble beneath me.
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Yet I will quietly wait for the day of trouble
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to come upon people who invade us.
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17 Though the fig tree should not blossom,
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nor fruit be on the vines,
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the produce of the olive fail
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and the fields yield no food,
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the flock be cut off from the fold
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and there be no herd in the stalls,
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18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
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I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
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19 God, the Lord, is my strength;
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he makes my feet like the deer's;
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he makes me tread on my high places.
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To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. |