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Chapter 3
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A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth. |
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O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O
LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the
midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy. |
3
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God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran.
Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was
full of his praise. |
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And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming
out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. |
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Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went
forth at his feet. |
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He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove
asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were
scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are
everlasting. |
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I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains
of the land of Midian did tremble. |
8
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Was the LORD displeased against the rivers? was thine
anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea,
that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots
of salvation? |
9
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Thy bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths
of the tribes, even thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave
the earth with rivers. |
10
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The mountains saw thee, and they trembled: the overflowing
of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and
lifted up his hands on high. |
11
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The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at
the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining
of thy glittering spear. |
12
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Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou
didst thresh the heathen in anger. |
13
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Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people,
even for salvation with thine anointed; thou woundedst
the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering
the foundation unto the neck. Selah. |
14
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Thou didst strike through with his staves the head
of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter
me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly. |
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Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses,
through the heap of great waters. |
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When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at
the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled
in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when
he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with
his troops. |
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Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall
fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall
fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall
be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd
in the stalls: |
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Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God
of my salvation. |
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The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet
like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine
high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments. |
