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The Prophet Habakkuk

Literal Standard Version 2020

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A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
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O YHWH, I heard your report, || I have been afraid, O YHWH, || Your work! In midst of years revive it, || In the midst of years You make known, || In anger You remember mercy.
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God comes from Teman, || The Holy One from Mount Paran. Pause! His splendor has covered the heavens, || And His praise has filled the earth.
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And the brightness is as the light, || He has rays out of His hand, || And therethe hiding of His strength.
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Before Him goes pestilence, || And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
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He has stood, and He measures earth, || He has seen, and He shakes off nations, || And mountains of antiquity scatter themselves, || The hills of old have bowed, || The ways of old [are] His.
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Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, || Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
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Has YHWH been angry against rivers? Against rivers [is] Your anger? [Is] Your wrath against the sea? For You ride on Your horsesYour chariots of salvation.
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You make Your bow utterly naked, || The tribes have sworn, saying, “Pause!” You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
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Seen Youpained are mountains, || An inundation of waters has passed over, || The deep has given forth its voice, || It has lifted up its hands high.
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Sunmoonhas stooda habitation, || Your arrows go on at the light, || At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
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In indignation You tread earth, || In anger You thresh nations.
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You have gone forth for the salvation of Your people, || For salvation with Your Anointed, || You have struck the head of the house of the wicked, || Laying bare the foundation to the neck. Pause!
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You have pierced the head of his leaders with his own rods, || They are tempestuous to scatter me, || Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
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You have proceeded through the sea with Your horsesthe clay of many waters.
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I have heard, and my belly trembles, || At the noise have my lips quivered, || Rottenness comes into my bones, || And in my place I tremble, || That I rest for a day of distress, || At the coming up of the people, he overcomes it.

Habakkuk Rejoices

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Though the fig tree does not flourish, || And there is no produce among vines, || The work of the olive has failed, || And fields have not yielded food, || The flock has been cut off from the fold, || And there is no herd in the stalls,
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Yet I, in YHWH I exult, || I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
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YHWH the Lord [is] my strength, || And He makes my feet like does, || And causes me to tread on my high-places. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!