Bshps HAB Chapter 3

3 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.

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