Priestly Intro
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet,
upon a shigiyanoth.
Persian Prelude
2 O Yahweh, I have heard of your fame,
I was in awe of your work, Yahweh.
In the midst of these years, revive them,
in the midst of these years, make them known,
in wrath, remember mercy.
Old Southern Hymn
3 Eloah comes from Temen,
and the Holy One from Mount Paran.
Selah
His majesty covers the heavens,
and his praise fills the earth,
4 and his brightness is like lightning.
Rays come out of his hand,
and there is the source of his power.
5 Before him goes Pestilence (Resheph),
and a Burning Flame goes forth at his feet.
6 He stood and measured the earth,
he looked and drove apart the nations.
The ancient mountains crumbled,
the everlasting hills collapsed,
his ways are everlasting.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction,
the curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 Are you displeased with the Rivers,
Yahweh,
is your anger against the Rivers (Nahar),
is your wrath against the Sea (Yam)?
You ride upon your horses
with the chariots of your salvation?
9 You unleash with your bow
the faithful arrows of your word.
Selah
You split the earth with rivers,
10 the mountains see you and tremble.
The overflowing waters pass by.
The Deep (Tahom) gives up his voice,
the Sun (Shemesh) raises his hands up high,
11 the Moon (Yarikh) stands still in his abode.
At sunlight your arrows go forth,
at daybreak the flashing of your spear.
12 In fury you march through the land,
in anger you thresh the nations.
13 You went forth for the salvation
of your people,
for the salvation
of your Anointed One.
You crushed the head
of the house of the wicked,
laying bear the foundation to the neck.
Selah
14 You peirced his head
with his own spear,
his villagers came out
like a whirlwind to scatter me,
they rejoiced
as if to devour the poor in secret.
15 You walked through the sea
with your horses,
the great waters piled up.
16 I heard and my belly trembled,
at the sound my lips quivered,
and rottenness entered my bones.
And down deep I trembled,
that I might rest in the day of trouble,
when the people come up,
and he overcomes.
17 Though the fig tree does not blossom,
and there is no fruit on the vines,
though the olive crop fails,
and the fields do not produce,
though meat is cut off from the sheep pens,
and no cattle are in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in Yahweh,
I will be glad in the God of my salvation.
18 The Lord Yahweh is my Strength,
he will make my feet like a deer's,
and make me walk on my high places.
Priestly Outro
For the chief musician,
on stringed instruments.