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¹ A prayer by Habakkuk the prophet, - in the manner of an Ode.² O Yahweh, I have heard tidings of thee, I am afraid. O Yahweh! Thy work - in the midst of the years, O revive it, in the midst of the years, wilt thou make known? In trouble, wilt thou remember, compassion?

³ GOD, from Teman, cometh in, and, the Holy One, from Mount Paran. Selah. His splendour, hath covered the heavens, and, his praise, hath filled the earth:⁴ And, a brightness, as light, appeareth, Rays, out of his hand, hath he, - and, there, is the hiding of his power.⁵ Before him, marcheth pestilence, - and fever, goeth forth, at his feet:⁶ He hath stood and measured the earth, he hath looked, and caused nations to tremble, and, scattered as dust, are the perpetual mountains, and, sunk, are the age-abiding hills, - Forthgoings age-abiding, are his.⁷ Under distress, saw I the tents of Ethiopia, - tremble, do the curtains of the land of Midian.⁸ Against the rivers, is Yahweh wroth? Against the rivers, is thine anger? Against the sea, is thine indignation? For thou wilt ride on Thy horses, Thy chariots, shall be salvation!⁹ To nakedness, is bared thy bow, oaths of chastisement - song! Selah. With rivers, thou dost cleave open the land.¹⁰ The mountains, have seen thee - they tremble, a downpour of waters, hath passed along, - the roaring deep, hath given forth, his voice, on high - his hand, hath he uplifted.¹¹ Sun, moon, have stood still, on high, - like light, thine arrows, speed along, like brightness, is the flash of thy spear.¹² In wrath, dost thou stride through the land, - in anger, dost thou thresh the nations.¹³ Thou hast come forth to the salvation of thy people, to salvation, with thine Anointed One, - Thou hast crushed the Head out of the house of the lawless one, baring the foundation up to the neck, Selah.¹⁴ Thou hast pierced, with his own staves, the head of his chiefs, they storm along, to scatter me, - their exultant thought, is, in very deed, to devour the oppressed one, in a secret place!¹⁵ Thou hast driven, into the sea, thy chariot-horses. Foaming are the mighty waters!

¹⁶ I heard, and I trembled within me, at the voice, my lips, quivered, decay, entered, my bones, and, in my limbs, I trembled, - though I am to find rest, in the day of distress, when their invader, cometh up against the people.¹⁷ Though, the fig-tree, should not blossom, and there be no sprouting in the vines, the yield of the olive, should have deceived, and, the fields, not have brought forth food, - the flock, have been consumed out of the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls,¹⁸ Yet, I, in Yahweh, will rejoice, - I will exult in the God of my salvation.¹⁹ Yahweh, My Lord, is my strength, therefore hath he made my feet like hinds, and, upon my high places, will he cause me to march along. To the chief musician, on my double harp.