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THE LYRIC POEM OF HABAKKUK
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet: A Lyric Poem. 2 O Yah Veh, I hear your report, and awe: O Yah Veh, enliven your deeds midst the years, midst the years make known; in quivering, remember mercy. 3 Elohah comes from Teman and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His majesty covers the heavens and the earth fills with his halal: 4 with brilliance as the light; his horns from his hand: and there, the secret of his strength. 5 At his face goes the pestilence; and burning coals go at his feet: 6 he stands, and measures the earth; he sees, and loosens the goyim. And the eternal mountains scatter; the perpetual hills prostrate: his ways are eternal. 7 I see the tents of Kushan in mischief: the curtains of the land of Midyan quiver. 8 Yah Veh, inflame you against the rivers? Your wrath against the rivers? Your wrath against the sea - so that you ride on your horses and your chariots of salvation? 9 In exposing, you expose your bow; the rods oath, saying, Selah. You split the earth with rivers; 10 the mountains see you, and writhe: the flooding of the water passes by; the abyss gives his voice: and he lifts his hands on high. 11 The sun and moon stand still in their residence: at the light, your arrows come - at the brilliance of your glittering spear. 12 You pace through the land in rage; you thresh the goyim in wrath: 13 you come for the salvation of your people - for salvation with your Messiah; you strike the head of the house of the wicked, by stripping the foundation, naked to the neck. Selah. 14 With his own rods you pierce through the head of his suburbs: they storm to scatter me: they jump for joy to consume the humble covertly. 15 You tread through the sea with your horses - through the heap of great waters. 16 I hear; my belly quivers; my lips quiver at the voice: rottenness enters my bones; and I quiver in myself that I rest in the day of tribulation: he ascends to the people; he troops against them with his troops. 17 Although neither the fig tree blossoms nor produce among the vines; the labor of the olive deceives and the fields work no food; the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: 18 yet I jump for joy in Yah Veh; I twirl in Elohim of my salvation. 19 Yah Veh Adonay is my valour and he sets my feet as the hinds; and he has me tread on my bamahs. To his eminence, with my strummers.
THE LYRIC POEM OF HABAKKUK
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet: A Lyric Poem. 2 O Yah Veh, I hear your report, and awe: O Yah Veh, enliven your deeds midst the years, midst the years make known; in quivering, remember mercy. 3 Elohah comes from Teman and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His majesty covers the heavens and the earth fills with his halal: 4 with brilliance as the light; his horns from his hand: and there, the secret of his strength. 5 At his face goes the pestilence; and burning coals go at his feet: 6 he stands, and measures the earth; he sees, and loosens the goyim. And the eternal mountains scatter; the perpetual hills prostrate: his ways are eternal. 7 I see the tents of Kushan in mischief: the curtains of the land of Midyan quiver. 8 Yah Veh, inflame you against the rivers? Your wrath against the rivers? Your wrath against the sea - so that you ride on your horses and your chariots of salvation? 9 In exposing, you expose your bow; the rods oath, saying, Selah. You split the earth with rivers; 10 the mountains see you, and writhe: the flooding of the water passes by; the abyss gives his voice: and he lifts his hands on high. 11 The sun and moon stand still in their residence: at the light, your arrows come - at the brilliance of your glittering spear. 12 You pace through the land in rage; you thresh the goyim in wrath: 13 you come for the salvation of your people - for salvation with your Messiah; you strike the head of the house of the wicked, by stripping the foundation, naked to the neck. Selah. 14 With his own rods you pierce through the head of his suburbs: they storm to scatter me: they jump for joy to consume the humble covertly. 15 You tread through the sea with your horses - through the heap of great waters. 16 I hear; my belly quivers; my lips quiver at the voice: rottenness enters my bones; and I quiver in myself that I rest in the day of tribulation: he ascends to the people; he troops against them with his troops. 17 Although neither the fig tree blossoms nor produce among the vines; the labor of the olive deceives and the fields work no food; the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: 18 yet I jump for joy in Yah Veh; I twirl in Elohim of my salvation. 19 Yah Veh Adonay is my valour and he sets my feet as the hinds; and he has me tread on my bamahs. To his eminence, with my strummers.