1 Oração do profeta Habacuque sobre Sigionote.

2 Ouvi, Senhor, a tua palavra, e temi; aviva, ó Senhor, a tua obra no meio dos anos, no meio dos anos faze-a conhecida; na tua ira lembra-te da misericórdia.

3 Deus veio de Temã, e do monte de Parã o Santo (Selá). A sua glória cobriu os céus, e a terra encheu-se do seu louvor.

4 E o resplendor se fez como a luz, raios brilhantes saíam da sua mão, e ali estava o esconderijo da sua força.

5 Adiante dele ia a peste, e brasas ardentes saíam dos seus passos.

6 Parou, e mediu a terra; olhou, e separou as nações; e os montes perpétuos foram esmiuçados; os outeiros eternos se abateram, porque os caminhos eternos lhe pertencem.

7 Vi as tendas de Cusã em aflição; tremiam as cortinas da terra de Midiã.

8 Acaso é contra os rios, Senhor, que estás irado? É contra os ribeiros a tua ira, ou contra o mar o teu furor, visto que andas montado sobre os teus cavalos, e nos teus carros de salvação?

9 Descoberto se movimentou o teu arco; os juramentos feitos às tribos foram uma palavra segura. (Selá. ) Tu fendeste a terra com rios.

10 Os montes te viram, e tremeram; a inundação das águas passou; o abismo deu a sua voz, levantou ao alto as suas mãos.

11 O sol e a lua pararam nas suas moradas; andaram à luz das tuas flechas, ao resplendor do relâmpago da tua lança.

12 Com indignação marchaste pela terra, com ira trilhaste os gentios.

13 Tu saíste para salvação do teu povo, para salvação do teu ungido; tu feriste a cabeça da casa do ímpio, descobrindo o alicerce até ao pescoço. (Selá.)

14 Tu traspassaste com as suas próprias lanças a cabeça das suas vilas; eles me acometeram tempestuosos para me espalharem; alegravam-se, como se estivessem para devorar o pobre em segredo.

15 Tu com os teus cavalos marchaste pelo mar, pela massa de grandes águas.

16 Ouvindo-o eu, o meu ventre se comoveu, à sua voz tremeram os meus lábios; entrou a podridão nos meus ossos, e estremeci dentro de mim; no dia da angústia descansarei, quando subir contra o povo que invadirá com suas tropas.

17 Porque ainda que a figueira não floresça, nem haja fruto na vide; ainda que decepcione o produto da oliveira, e os campos não produzam mantimento; ainda que as ovelhas da malhada sejam arrebatadas, e nos currais não haja gado;

18 Todavia eu me alegrarei no Senhor; exultarei no Deus da minha salvação.

19 O Senhor Deus é a minha força, e fará os meus pés como os das cervas, e me fará andar sobre as minhas alturas. (Para o cantor-mor sobre os meus instrumentos de corda).

1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.

2 O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.

3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.

4 He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.

5 Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.

6 From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.

7 The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.

8 Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?

9 Your bow was quite uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers.

10 The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.

11 At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.

12 You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.

13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah.

14 You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.

15 The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.

16 Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.

17 For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:

18 Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.

19 The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.