1 This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet: 2 Lord, I have heard the report of what you did; I am awed, Lord, by what you accomplished. In our time repeat those deeds; in our time reveal them again. But when you cause turmoil, remember to show us mercy!⁠a 3 God comes from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran.⁠b Selah. His splendor has covered the skies,⁠c the earth is full of his glory.⁠d 4 His brightness will be as lightning;⁠e a two-pronged lightning bolt flashing from his hand. This is the outward display of his power.⁠f 5 Plague will go before him; pestilence will march right behind him.⁠g 6 He took his battle position and shook the earth; with a mere look he frightened the nations. The ancient mountains disintegrated; the primeval hills were flattened.⁠h His are ancient roads.⁠i 7 I saw the tents of Cushan overwhelmed by trouble; the tent curtains of the land of Midian were shaking. 8 Was the Lord mad at the rivers? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you enraged at the sea?⁠j Such that you would climb into your horse-drawn chariots, your victorious chariots?⁠k 9 Your bow is ready for action; you commission your arrows. Selah. You cause flash floods on the earth’s surface.⁠l 10 When the mountains see you, they shake. The torrential downpour sweeps through. The great deep shouts out; it lifts its hands high.⁠m 11 The sun and moon stand still in their courses;⁠n the flash of your arrows drives them away, the bright light of your lightning-quick spear.⁠o 12 You furiously stomp on the earth; you angrily trample down the nations. 13 You march out to deliver your people, to deliver your special servant. You strike the leader of the wicked nation,⁠p laying him open from the lower body to the neck. Selah.⁠q 14 You pierce the heads of his warriors with a spear. They storm forward to scatter us; they shout with joy as if they were plundering the poor with no opposition. 15 But you trample on the sea with your horses, on the surging, raging waters.⁠r 16 I listened and my stomach churned; the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, and I shook as I tried to walk. I long for the day of distress to come upon the people who attack us. 17 When the fig tree does not bud, and there are no grapes on the vines; when the olive trees do not produce and the fields yield no crops; when the sheep disappear from the pen and there are no cattle in the stalls— 18 I will rejoice because of the Lord; I will be happy because of the God who delivers me! 19 The Sovereign Lord is my source of strength. He gives me the agility of a deer; he enables me to negotiate the rugged terrain.⁠s (This prayer is for the song leader. It is to be accompanied by stringed instruments.)