1The oracle, the burden that Habakkuk the prophet saw.2How long, O LORD—will I cry for help, and you do not hear? I cry out to you about violence, and you do not save.3Why do you show me iniquity and look upon toil? Oppression and violence are before me, and there is strife and contention that arises.4Therefore the Torah grows limp, and justice does not go forth to the eternal, because the wicked surrounds the Righteous; therefore justice goes forth twisted.