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ÇÕ 3:1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. On shigionoth .
ÇÕ 3:2 LORD, I have heard of your fame; I stand in awe of your deeds,
O LORD. Renew them in our day, in our time make t hem known; in wrath remember
mercy.
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ÇÕ 3:3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah His
glory covered the heavens and his praise filled th e earth.
ÇÕ 3:4 His splendor was like the sunrise; rays flashed from his hand,
where his power was hidden.
ÇÕ 3:5 Plague went before him; pestilence followed his steps.
ÇÕ 3:6 He stood, and shook the earth; he looked, and made the nations
tremble. The ancient mountains crumbled and the a ge-old hills collapsed.
His ways are eternal.
ÇÕ 3:7 I saw the tents of Cushan in distress, the dwellings of Midian
in anguish.
ÇÕ 3:8 Were you angry with the rivers, O LORD? Was your wrath against
the streams? Did you rage against the sea when yo u rode with your horses
and your victorious chariots?
ÇÕ 3:9 You uncovered your bow, you called for many arrows. Selah You
split the earth with rivers;
ÇÕ 3:10 the mountains saw you and writhed. Torrents of water swept
by; the deep roared and lifted its waves on high.
ÇÕ 3:11 Sun and moon stood still in the heavens at the glint of your
flying arrows, at the lightning of your flashing s pear.
ÇÕ 3:12 In wrath you strode through the earth and in anger you threshed
the nations.
ÇÕ 3:13 You came out to deliver your people, to save your anointed
one. You crushed the leader of the land of wickednes s, you stripped him
from head to foot. Selah
ÇÕ 3:14 With his own spear you pierced his head when his warriors stormed
out to scatter us, gloating as though about t o devour the wretched who
were in hiding.
ÇÕ 3:15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning the great waters.
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ÇÕ 3:16 I heard and my heart pounded, my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones, and my legs trembled. Y et I will wait patiently
for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us.
ÇÕ 3:17 Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on
the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fiel ds produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
ÇÕ 3:18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my
Savior.
ÇÕ 3:19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the
feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights . For the director of
music. On my stringed instruments. |