| 1 | A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth. |
| 2 | O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind. |
| 3 | God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise. |
| 4 | He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret. |
| 5 | Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet. |
| 6 | From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal. |
| 7 | The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking. |
| 8 | Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation? |
| 9 | Your bow was quite uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers. |
| 10 | The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place. |
| 11 | At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear. |
| 12 | You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion. |
| 13 | You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah. |
| 14 | You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly. |
| 15 | The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters. |
| 16 | Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands. |
| 17 | For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house: |
| 18 | Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation. |
| 19 | The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments. |
