KJ3 Literal Translation
Habakkuk 3
Habakkuk in his prayer trembles at Jehovah's majesty. The confidence of his faith.
1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet concerning erring ones:
2Jehovah, I have heard Your report; I am afraid, Jehovah. As to Your work, give it life; in the midst of years, in the midst of years make known; in anger remember compassion.
3God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His majesty covers the heavens, and His praise fills the earth.
4And His brightness is as the light; rays from His hand are His, and there was a covering of His strength.
5A plague goes before Him, and lightning went forth at His feet.
6He stood and measured the earth; He looked and nations trembled; and the ancient mountains were shattered; the hills of old; the goings of antiquity bowed down to Him.
7I saw the tents of Cushan under iniquity; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
8Did Jehovah burn against rivers? Or was Your anger against the rivers? Or Your fury against the sea? For You ride on horses; Your chariots of salvation.
9You bare Your bow, naked are the oaths of the tribes to Your Word. Selah. You have cut through the earth with rivers.
10Did You see, the mountains whirled; the storm of waters passed over; the deep gave its voice; it lifted up its hands on high.
11The sun and the moon stood still in their lofty abode. At the light of Your arrows they go, at the brightness of lightning of Your spear.
12You march into the land in indignation. You thresh nations in anger.
13You went forth for the salvation of Your people, for the salvation of Your anointed. You struck the head from the house of the wicked one to bare the foundation to the neck. Selah.
14You pierced the head of his warriors with his shafts. They rush to scatter me; their exultation is to devour the afflicted one in a secret place.
15You trod in the sea with Your horses, the surging of many waters.
16I heard, and my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled within myself that I might rest for the day of distress; to come up against the peoples, he cuts him off.
17Though the fig tree shall not blossom, and fruit is not on the vines; the product of the olive fails, and the fields make no food; the flock is cut off from the fold, and no herd is in the stalls,
18yet I will exult in Jehovah; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
19Jehovah the Lord is my might, and He sets my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer, on my stringed instruments.
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