Habakkuk 3 — Legacy Standard Bible

Yet I Will Exult in Yahweh

3A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to ¹Shigionoth.

²O Yahweh, I have ^aheard ¹the report about You, and ²I ^bfear.O Yahweh, ^crevive ^dYour work in the midst of the years;In the midst of the years make it known;In rage remember ^ecompassion.³God comes from ^aTeman,And the Holy One from Mount ^bParan. Selah.His ^csplendor covers the heavens,And the ^dearth is full of His praise.⁴His ^abrightness is like the sunlight;He has rays flashing from His hand,And there is the hiding of His ^bstrength.⁵Before Him goes ^apestilence,And ^bplague comes ¹after Him.⁶He stood and ¹measured out the earth;He looked and ^astartled the nations.So the perpetual mountains were shattered;The ancient hills ²collapsed.His ways are ^beverlasting.⁷I saw the tents of Cushan under ^awickedness;The tent curtains of the land of ^bMidian were trembling.⁸Did Yahweh’s fury burn against the ^arivers,Or was Your anger against the rivers,Or was Your wrath against the ^bsea,That You ^crode on Your horses,On Your ^dchariots of salvation?⁹Your ^abow was made bare;Rods were sworn unto battle by word. Selah.You ^bsplit the earth with rivers.¹⁰The mountains saw You and writhed;The downpour of waters passed by.The deep ^agave forth its voice;It lifted high its hands.¹¹^aSun and moon stood in their lofty places;They went away at the ^blight of Your arrows,At the brightness of Your flashing spear.¹²In indignation You ^amarched through the earth;In anger You ¹^,^btrampled the nations.¹³You went forth for the ^asalvation of Your people,For salvation with Your ^banointed.You crushed the ^chead of the house of the wickedTo lay him bare from ¹thigh to neck. Selah.¹⁴You pierced with his ^aown sharpened rodsThe head of his ¹throngs.They ^bstormed in to scatter ²us;Their exultation was like thoseWho ^cdevour the afflicted in secret.¹⁵You ^atread on the sea with Your horses,On the ^bsurge of many waters.¹⁶I heard, and my ¹inward parts ^atrembled;At the sound my lips tingled.Decay enters my ^bbones,And in my place I tremble.Because I must ^cwait quietly for the day of distress,²For the ^dpeople to arise who will invade us.¹⁷Though the ^afig tree should not blossomAnd there be no produce on the vines,Though the yield of the ^bolive should failAnd the fields yield no food,Though the ^cflock should be cut off from the foldAnd there be ^dno cattle in the stalls,¹⁸Yet I will ^aexult in Yahweh;I will ^brejoice in the ^cGod of my salvation.¹⁹Yahweh, the Lord, is my ¹^,^astrength,And ^bHe has set my feet like hinds’ feetAnd makes me tread on my ^chigh places. ²For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.