3.3
HABAKKUK
- 3God cometh from Teman,
- And the Holy One from mount Paran.Selah
- His glory covereth the heavens,
- And the earth is full of His praise.
- 4And a brightness appeareth as the light;
- Rays hath He at His side;
- And there is the hiding of His power.
- 5Before Him goeth the pestilence,
- And fiery bolts go forth at His feet.
- 6He standeth, and shaketh the earth,
- He beholdeth, and maketh the nations to tremble;
- And the everlasting mountains are dashed in pieces,
- The ancient hills do bow;
- His goings are as of old.
- 7I see the tents of Cushan in affliction;
- The curtains of the land of Midian do tremble.
- 8Is it, O Lord, that against the rivers,
- Is it that Thine anger is kindled against the rivers,
- Or Thy wrath against the sea?
- That thou dost ride upon Thy horses,
- Upon Thy chariots of victory?
- 9Thy bow is made quite bare;
- Sworn are the rods of the word.
- Selah
- Thou dost cleave the earth with rivers.
- 10The mountains have seen Thee, and they tremble;
- The tempest of waters floweth over;
- The deep uttereth its voice,
- And lifteth up its hands on high
- 11The sun and moon stand still in their habitation;
- At the light of Thine arrows as they go,
- At the shining of Thy glittering spear.
- 12Thou marchest through the earth in indignation,
- Thou threshest the nations in anger.
- 13Thou art come forth for the deliverance of Thy people,
- For the deliverance of Thine anointed,
- Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked,
- Uncovering the foundation even unto the neck.Selah
- 14Thou hast stricken through with his own rods the head of his rulers,
- That come as a whirlwind to scatter me;
- Whose rejoicing is as to devour the poor secretly.
- 15Thou hast trodden the sea with Thy horses,
- The foaming of mighty waters.
- 16When I heard, mine inward parts trembled,
- My lips quivered at the voice;
- Rottenness entereth into my bones,
- And I tremble where I stand;
- That I should wait for the day of trouble,
- When he cometh up against the people that he invadeth.
- 17For though 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 food;
- The flock shall be cut off from the fold,
- And there shall be no herd in the stalls;
- 18Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
- I will exult in the God of my salvation.
- 19God, the Lord, is my strength,
- And He maketh my feet like hinds' feet,
- And He maketh me to walk upon my high places.
- For the Leader. With my string-music.
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