2 Thy speech, O Lord, I heard with fear
Revive in midst of years, O Lord,
Thy work make known in midst of years,
In wrath thy tender grace record.
3 God forth from Teman issued,
The holy one from Paran hill. Selah.
The skies his glory over-spread,
And all the earth his Praise did fi11.
4 His brightness did as light appear,
Horns from his hand proceeded thence,
The hiding of his strength was there.
5 Before him went the pestilence.
And from his feet coals burning went.
6 He stood and th' earth he measured:
He looked, and the nations rent,
The lasting hills were scattered.
The hills of perpetuity
Did bow, his ways for ever stand.
7 In anguish Cushan's tents saw I:
The curtains shook of Midian's land.
8 What, did the floods the Lord displease?
Was thy wrath against rivers wide?
Or was thine ire against the seas?
That thou didst on thy horses ride?
Thy chariots of salvation were.
9 Made wholly naked was thy bow,
As thou to th' tribes didst say and swear
The earth with rivers cleave didst thou.
10 Thee saw, and shook the mountains steep,
The floods of waters passed by:
His voice forth utter did the deep,
And lifted up his hands on high.
11 The sun and moon so high and bright
Stood still within their dwelling sphere;
Then moved at thine arrows light,
At shining of thv glitt'ring spear.
12 Thcu didst march thro' the land in wrath,
The heathen thou didst thresh in rage.
13 Thou forth also didst make thy path
For safety of thy heritage,
For safety, with thine ointed one:
Thou of the wicked's house the head
Bidft wound : and the foundation
Was to the neck discovered.
14 Thou cf his villages the head,
Didst with his staves strike thro' the same;
That me they might have icattered,
When as a whirlwind out they came.
'Twas their rejoicing to devour
The poor afflicted secretly.
15 Thou with thine horses went'st in pow'r '
Through seas and heaps of waters high.
16 I heard, my belly trembled then,
And at thy voice my lips did quake:
A rottenness my bones came in,
And I within my self did shake.
That in the day of trouble so
I might in quietness sit still:
When he ascends the people to,
Them with his troops invade he will.
17 Tho' fig-tree blossom not at all,
Nor any fruit in vines appear,
The labour of the olive fail,
And tho' the fields no meat should bear:
Tho' flocks should be cut off from fold,
In shall no herd should have abode;
18 Yet in the Lord rejoyce I would,
I'll joy in my salvation's God:
The Lord God is my strength, and he
Doth make my feet like hinds also,
And he it is who causeth me
Upon my places high to go.
|First Line:||Thy speech, O Lord, I heard with fear|
|Title:||A Prayer of Habakkuk, the Prophet Sigionoth|