1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shiggaion.2O LORD, I have heard your report; I feared, O LORD, your work. Revive it in the midst of the years; make it known in the midst of the years. In turmoil have compassion; remember.3God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His splendor covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.4Brightness shall be like light; horns come from his hand for him, and there the hiding of his strength.5Pestilence walks before him, and plague comes out at his feet.6He stood and shook the earth; he looked and startled the nations. The eternal mountains were scattered; the everlasting hills bowed; his ways are everlasting.7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled.8Was the LORD incensed against the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your fury against the sea? For you ride upon your horses; your chariots are salvation.9Your bow is laid bare; sworn are the arrows of your word. Selah. You cleave the rivers of the earth.10The mountains saw you and trembled; a torrent of water passed; the deep gave its voice; he raised the height of his hands.11Sun and moon stood still in their dwelling; your arrows went forth for light, for the brightness of your lightning spear.12In indignation you march through the earth; in anger you tread the nations.13You came out for the salvation of your people, for salvation with your anointed. You wounded the head from the house of the wicked; you uncovered foundations up to the neck. Selah.14You pierced with his rods the head of his warrior; his warriors rage to scatter me; their exultation is like devouring the afflicted in hiding.15You trod in the sea with your horses, the heap of many waters.16I heard, and my belly trembled; at the voice my lips tingled; rottenness comes into my bones, and under me I tremble, which I rest for the day of distress, to rise for the people who raid us.17For the fig does not sprout, and there are no crops in the vines; the work of the olive deceives, and the fields do not produce food; the flock is cut from the fold, 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 GOD is my strength, and he makes my feet like those of deer; upon my high places he makes me tread, to the choirmaster with my stringed instruments.