Habakkuk 3:1-19.
Habakkuk 3.1-19
Habakkuk's Prayer
"This is my prayer:
I know your reputation, Lord, and I am amazed at what you have done.
Please turn from your anger and be merciful; do for us what you did
for our ancestors.You are the same Holy God who came from Teman and
Paran to help us. The brightness of your glory covered the heavens,
and your praises were heard everywhere on earth. Your glory shone like
the sun, and light flashed from your hands, hiding your mighty power.
Dreadful diseases and plagues marched in front and followed behind.
When you stopped, the earth shook; when you stared, nations trembled;
when you walked along your ancient paths, eternal mountains and hills
crumbled and collapsed. The tents of desert tribes in Cushan and
Midian were ripped apart. Our Lord, were you angry with the monsters
of the deep? You attacked in your chariot and wiped them out. Your
arrows were ready and obeyed your commands.
You split the earth apart with rivers and streams; mountains trembled
at the sight of you; rain poured from the clouds; ocean waves roared
and rose. The sun and moon stood still, while your arrows and spears
flashed like lightning. In your furious anger, you trampled on nations
to rescue your people and save your chosen one. You crushed a nation's
ruler and stripped his evil kingdom of its power. His troops had come
like a storm, hoping to scatter us and glad to gobble us down. To them
we were refugees in hiding— but you smashed their heads with their own
weapons. Then your chariots churned the waters of the sea.
Habakkuk's Response to God's Message
When I heard this message, I felt weak from fear, and my lips
quivered. My bones seemed to melt, and I stumbled around. But I will
patiently wait. Someday those vicious enemies will be struck by
disaster.
Trust in a Time of Trouble
Fig trees may no longer bloom, or vineyards produce grapes; olive
trees may be fruitless, and harvest time a failure; sheep pens may be
empty, and cattle stalls vacant— but I will still celebrate because
the Lord God saves me. The Lord gives me strength. He makes my feet as
sure as those of a deer, and he helps me stand on the mountains.
To the music director: Use stringed instruments."
God bless you.
Habakkuk's Prayer
"This is my prayer:
I know your reputation, Lord, and I am amazed at what you have done.
Please turn from your anger and be merciful; do for us what you did
for our ancestors.You are the same Holy God who came from Teman and
Paran to help us. The brightness of your glory covered the heavens,
and your praises were heard everywhere on earth. Your glory shone like
the sun, and light flashed from your hands, hiding your mighty power.
Dreadful diseases and plagues marched in front and followed behind.
When you stopped, the earth shook; when you stared, nations trembled;
when you walked along your ancient paths, eternal mountains and hills
crumbled and collapsed. The tents of desert tribes in Cushan and
Midian were ripped apart. Our Lord, were you angry with the monsters
of the deep? You attacked in your chariot and wiped them out. Your
arrows were ready and obeyed your commands.
You split the earth apart with rivers and streams; mountains trembled
at the sight of you; rain poured from the clouds; ocean waves roared
and rose. The sun and moon stood still, while your arrows and spears
flashed like lightning. In your furious anger, you trampled on nations
to rescue your people and save your chosen one. You crushed a nation's
ruler and stripped his evil kingdom of its power. His troops had come
like a storm, hoping to scatter us and glad to gobble us down. To them
we were refugees in hiding— but you smashed their heads with their own
weapons. Then your chariots churned the waters of the sea.
Habakkuk's Response to God's Message
When I heard this message, I felt weak from fear, and my lips
quivered. My bones seemed to melt, and I stumbled around. But I will
patiently wait. Someday those vicious enemies will be struck by
disaster.
Trust in a Time of Trouble
Fig trees may no longer bloom, or vineyards produce grapes; olive
trees may be fruitless, and harvest time a failure; sheep pens may be
empty, and cattle stalls vacant— but I will still celebrate because
the Lord God saves me. The Lord gives me strength. He makes my feet as
sure as those of a deer, and he helps me stand on the mountains.
To the music director: Use stringed instruments."
God bless you.
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