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1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth. 2I have heard, , Lordof your fame, I have seen, , Lordyour work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy. 3God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. SelahHis glory covers the heavens, and his splendor fills the earth. 4Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden. 5Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows. 6He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. are his ways from of old. 7The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble. 8Is your wrath, , Lordwith the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory? 9Why you bare your bow? your quiver with shafts? split the earth with torrents. 10The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands. 11The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. arrows go forth to give light. glittering spear is as lightning. 12In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations. 13You go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to neck. Selah 14You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly. 15You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar. 16I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us. 17Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls, 18yet I will exult in the , Lordand rejoice in the God who saves me. 19The Lord is Godmy strength; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.