Habakkuk 3

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 A PRAYER OF HABACUC THE PROPHET FOR IGNORANCES.	1 Prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet. To a plaintive tune.
2 O Lord, I have heard thy hearing, and was afraid. O Lord, thy work, in the midst of the years bring it to life: In the midst of the years thou shalt make it known: when thou art angry, thou wilt remember mercy.	2 O LORD, I have heard your renown, and feared, O LORD, your work. In the course of the years revive it, in the course of the years make it known; in your wrath remember compassion!
3 God will come from the south, and the holy one from mount Pharan: His glory covered the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise.	3 God comes from Teman , the Holy One from Mount Paran. Covered are the heavens with his glory, and with his praise the earth is filled.
4 His brightness shall be as the light; horns are in his hands: There is his strength hid:	4 His splendor spreads like the light; rays shine forth from beside him, where his power is concealed.
5 Death shall go before his face. And the devil shall go forth before his feet.	5 Before him goes pestilence, and the plague follows in his steps.
6 He stood and measured the earth. He beheld, and melted the nations: and the ancient mountains were crushed to pieces. The hills of the world were bowed down by the journeys of his eternity.	6 He pauses to survey the earth; his look makes the nations tremble. The eternal mountains are shattered, the age-old hills bow low along his ancient ways.
7 I saw the tents of Ethiopia for their iniquity, the curtains of the land of Madian shall be troubled.	7 I see the tents of Cushan collapse; trembling are the pavilions of the land of Midian.
8 Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or was thy wrath upon the rivers? or thy indignation in the sea? Who will ride upon thy horses: and thy chariots are salvation.	8 Is your anger against the streams, O LORD? Is your wrath against the streams, your rage against the sea, That you drive the steeds of your victorious chariot?
9 Thou wilt surely take up thy bow: according to the oaths which thou hast spoken to the tribes. Thou wilt divide the rivers of the earth.	9 Bared and ready is your bow, filled with arrows is your quiver. Into streams you split the earth;
10 The mountains saw thee, and were grieved: the great body of waters passed away. The deep put forth its voice: the deep lifted up its hands.	10 at sight of you the mountains tremble. A torrent of rain descends; the ocean gives forth its roar. The sun forgets to rise,
11 The sun and the moon stood still in their habitation, in the light of thy arrows, they shall go in the brightness of thy glittering spear.	11 the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
12 In thy anger thou wilt tread the earth under foot: in thy wrath thou wilt astonish the nations.	12 In wrath you bestride the earth, in fury you trample the nations.
13 Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people: for salvation with thy Christ. Thou struckest the head of the house of the wicked: thou hast laid bare his foundation even to the neck.	13 You come forth to save your people, to save your anointed one. You crush the heads of the wicked, you lay bare their bases at the neck.
14 Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.	14 You pierce with your shafts the heads of their princes whose boast would be of devouring the wretched in their lair.
15 Thou madest a way in the sea for thy horses, in the mud of many waters.	15 You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters.
16 I have heard and my bowels were troubled: my lips trembled at the voice. Let rottenness enter into my bones, and swarm under me. That I may rest in the day of tribulation: that I may go up to our people that are girded.	16 I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us.
17 For the fig tree shall not blossom: and there shall be no spring in the vines. The labour of the olive tree shall fail: and the fields shall yield no food: the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls.	17 For though the fig tree blossom not nor fruit be on the vines, Though the yield of the olive fail and the terraces produce no nourishment, Though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 But I will rejoice in the Lord: and I will joy in God my Jesus.	18 Yet will I rejoice in the LORD and exult in my saving God.
19 The Lord God is my strength: and he will make my feet like the feet of harts: and he the conqueror will lead me upon my high places singing psalms.	19 GOD, my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me to go upon the heights. For the leader; with stringed instruments.