1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on shigionoth.2LORD, I have heard your report. I fear, LORD, your deed. In the midst of the years, give it life. In the midst of the years, make it known. In wrath, remember compassion.3God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His splendor covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.4And there will be radiance like light—horns from his hand to him, and there the hiding of his strength.5Before him goes plague, and burning fever goes out at his feet.6He stood and measured the earth; he saw and shook nations. And the mountains of eternity burst apart, the hills of eternity prostrated; eternal ways are his.7Under iniquity I saw the tents of Cushan; the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.8Were you angry at the rivers, O LORD? Was your anger at the rivers? Was your fury at the Sea? When you rode upon your horses, your chariots of salvation.9You will bare your bow; sworn oaths, staffs—he said. Selah. Rivers—you will split the earth.10The mountains saw you and quaked. A stream of waters passed by. He gave his voice to the deep; he raised the heights with his hands.11Sun and moon stood at Zobah. At the light of your arrows they go, at the brightness of the lightning of your spear.12In wrath you march through the earth—in anger you thresh nations.13You went out to save your people, to save your anointed. You crushed the head from the house of the wicked, laying bare the foundation unto the neck. Selah.14You pierced with his staffs the head of his warriors. They storm to scatter me; their exultation is like eating the afflicted one in hiding.15You trod the sea with your horses, the mud of many waters.16I heard, and my belly trembled; at the sound, my lips quivered. Decay entered my bones, and beneath me I trembled. I will rest quietly for the day of distress, when the people ascend against us. He will band together against us.17For the fig tree does not bloom and there is no yield on the vines, the work of the olives fails, and the fields do not make food. The flock is gone from the sheepfold and there is no cattle in the stalls.18Yet I will exult in the LORD; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.19The LORD my Lord is my might, and he will set my feet like hinds', and on my high places he will guide me. To the choirmaster, with my stringed music.