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# Chapter 3
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1 A prayer of the prophet Habakkuk. According to Shigionoth.
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2 Lord, I have heard the report about you;
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Lord, I stand in awe of your deeds.
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Revive your work in these years;
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make it known in these years.
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In your wrath remember mercy!
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3 God comes from Teman,
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the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah
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His splendor covers the heavens,
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and the earth is full of his praise.
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4 His brilliance is like light;
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rays are flashing from his hand.
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This is where his power is hidden.
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5 Plague goes before him,
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and pestilence follows in his steps.
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6 He stands and shakes the earth;
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he looks and startles the nations.
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The age-old mountains break apart;
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the ancient hills sink down.
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His pathways are ancient.
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7 I see the tents of Cushan in distress;
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the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
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8 Are you angry at the rivers, Lord?
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Is your wrath against the rivers?
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Or is your fury against the sea
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when you ride on your horses,
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your victorious chariot?
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9 You took the sheath from your bow;
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the arrows are ready to be used with an oath. Selah
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You split the earth with rivers.
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10 The mountains see you and shudder;
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a downpour of water sweeps by.
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The deep roars with its voice
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and lifts its waves high.
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11 Sun and moon stand still in their lofty residence,
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at the flash of your flying arrows,
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at the brightness of your shining spear.
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12 You march across the earth with indignation;
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you trample down the nations in wrath.
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13 You come out to save your people,
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to save your anointed.
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You crush the leader of the house of the wicked
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and strip him from foot to neck. Selah
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14 You pierce his head
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with his own spears;
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his warriors storm out to scatter us,
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gloating as if ready to secretly devour the weak.
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15 You tread the sea with your horses,
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stirring up the vast water.
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16 I heard, and I trembled within;
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my lips quivered at the sound.
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Rottenness entered my bones;
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I trembled where I stood.
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Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress
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to come against the people invading us.
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17 Though the fig tree does not bud
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and there is no fruit on the vines,
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though the olive crop fails
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and the fields produce no food,
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though the flocks disappear from the pen
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and there are no herds in the stalls,
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18 yet I will celebrate in the Lord;
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I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
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19 The Lord my Lord is my strength;
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he makes my feet like those of a deer
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and enables me to walk on mountain heights!
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For the choir director: on stringed instruments. |