Habakkuk 3

Matthew(i) 1 2 O Lord, when I hearde speake of the, I was afrayed. The worck that thou hast taken in hande, shalt thou perfourme in his tyme (O Lord): and when thy time commeth, thou shalte declare it. In thy verye wrath thou thinckest vpon mercye. 3 God commeth from Theman, and the holye one from the mounte of Pharan Selah. Hys glory couereth the heauens, and the earthe is full of hys prayse. 4 Hys shyne is as the sunne, & beames of lyght go out of his handes, there is his power hyd. 5 Destruccyon goeth before hym, and burnynge cressettes go from his fete. 6 He standeth and measureth the earth. He loketh, and the people consume awaye, the mountaines of the worlde fall doune to poulder, & the hilles are faine to bowe them selues for hys goynges are euerlastynge and sure. 7 I sawe, that the pauylions of the Morians & the tentes of the lande of Madian were vexed for werynesse. 8 Waste thou not angrye, O Lorde, in the waters? was not thy wrathe in the floodes, and thy displeasure in the sea? yes when thou sattest vpon thyne horse, & when thy charettes had the vyctory. 9 Thou sheuedst thy bowe openly, lyke as thou haddest promised with an othe vnto the trybes. Selah. Thou diddest deuyde the waters of the earth. 10 When the mountaynes sawe the, they were afrayed, the water streame wente awaye: the depe made a noyse at the lyftyng vp of thyne hande. 11 The sunne and mone remayned. styll in theyr habitacyon. Thyne arowes went out glysterynge, and thy speares as the shyne of the lyghtenyng. 12 Thou trodest doune the land in thyne anger, and dyddest throsshe the Heathen in thy displeasure. 13 Thou camest forth to helpe thy people, to helpe thyne annoynted. Thou smotest doune the heade the house of the vngodlye, and dyscoueredest hys foundacyons, euen vnto the necke of hym. Selah. 14 Thou cursest hys scepters, the captayne of men of warre: whiche come as a stormy wind to scatre me abroade, and are glad when they maye eate vp the poore secretely. 15 Thou makest awaye for thyne horses in the sea, euen in the mudde of greate waters. 16 When I heare thys, my bodye is vexed, my lyppes tremble at the voyce therof, my bones corruppe, I am afrayed where I stande. O that I myght rest in the day of trouble, that I myght go vp vnto oure people, whiche are alredye prepared. 17 For the fygge trees shall not be grene, & the vynes shall beare no frute. The laboure of the olyue shalbe but lost, & the lande shall bringe no corne: the shepe shalbe taken oute of the fold & there shalbe no catel in the stalles. 18 But as for me, I wyll be glad in the Lorde, and wyll reioyce in God my sauyoure. 19 The Lord God is my strengthe, he shall make my fete as the fete of hertes: and he whiche geueth the vyctorye, shal bryng me to my hye places, synging vpon my psalmes.