Habakkuk 3

Bishops^{(i) 1} A prayer of Habacuc the prophete for the ignoraunces ² O lord I haue heard thy voyce, and was afrayde: O Lorde reuiue thy worke in the middes of the yeres, in the middes of the yeres make it knowen, in wrath remember mercie ³ God commeth from Theman, and the holy one from mount Paran, Selah. his glorie couereth the heauens, and the earth is full of his prayse ⁴ And [his] brightnesse was as the light: he had hornes [comming] out of his handes, and there was the hyding of his power ⁵ Before him went the pestilence, and burning coales went foorth before his feete ⁶ He stoode, and measured the earth, he behelde, and dissolued the nations, and the euerlasting mountaynes were broken, and the auncient hilles did bowe, his wayes are euerlasting ⁷ For iniquitie I saw the tentes of Chusan, [and] the curtaynes of the lande of Madian dyd tremble ⁸ Was the Lorde angry against the riuers? or was thyne anger against the floodes? or was thy wrath against the sea, that thou diddest ryde vpon thy horses? thy charets [brought] saluation ⁹ Thy bow was manyfestly reuealed, and the othes of the tribes [were] a sure word. Selah. thou diddest cleaue the earth with riuers ¹⁰ The mountaynes sawe thee and they trembled, the streame of the water passed by, the deepe made a noyse, and lift vp his handes on hye ¹¹ The sonne [and] moone stoode still in [their] habitation, at the light of thyne arrowes they went, [and] at the bright shining of thy speares ¹² Thou trodest downe the land in anger: [and] dyddest threshe the heathen in displeasure ¹³ Thou wentest foorth for the saluation of thy people, [euen] for saluation with thyne annoynted: thou hast wounded the head of the house of the wicked, and discoueredst the foundations vnto the necke. Selah ¹⁴ Thou diddest strike thorow with his owne staues the heades of his villages, they came out as a whirlewinde to scatter me: their reioycyng was as to deuour the poore secretly ¹⁵ Thou diddest walke in the sea with thyne horses, vpon the heape of great waters ¹⁶ When I hearde, my belly trembled, my lippes shoke at the voice, rottennesse entred into my bones, & I trembled in my selfe, that I might rest in the day of trouble: for when he commeth vp vnto the people, he shall destroy them ¹⁷ For the figgetree shall not floorish, neither shall fruite be in the vines: the labour of the oliue shall fayle, & the fieldes shall yelde no meate: the sheepe shalbe cut of from the folde, and there shalbe no bullocke in the stalles ¹⁸ But I will reioyce in the Lord, I will ioy in the God of my saluation ¹⁹ The Lord God is my strength, he wil make my feete like hindes [feete] & he wil make me to walke vpon my hye places. To the chiefe singer on Neginothai, [or vpon the instrumentes of musicke.