1 Oração do profeta Habacuque sob a forma de canto.
2 Tenho ouvido, ó Senhor, as tuas declarações,
e me sinto alarmado;
aviva a tua obra, ó Senhor, no decorrer dos anos,
e, no decurso dos anos, faze-a conhecida;
na tua ira, lembra-te da misericórdia.
3 Deus vem de Temã,
e do monte Parã vem o Santo.
A sua glória cobre os céus,
e a terra se enche do seu louvor.
4 O seu resplendor é como a luz,
raios brilham da sua mão;
e ali está velado o seu poder.
5 Adiante dele vai a peste,
e a pestilência segue os seus passos.
6 Ele para e faz tremer a terra;
olha e sacode as nações.
Esmigalham-se os montes primitivos;
os outeiros eternos se abatem.
Os caminhos de Deus são eternos.
7 Vejo as tendas de Cusã em aflição;
os acampamentos da terra de Midiã tremem.
8 Acaso, é contra os rios, Senhor, que estás irado?
É contra os ribeiros a tua ira
ou contra o mar, o teu furor,
já que andas montado nos teus cavalos,
nos teus carros de vitória?
9 Tiras a descoberto o teu arco,
e farta está a tua aljava de flechas.
Tu fendes a terra com rios.
10 Os montes te veem e se contorcem;
passam torrentes de água;
as profundezas do mar fazem ouvir a sua voz
e levantam bem alto as suas mãos.
11 O sol e a lua param nas suas moradas,
ao resplandecer a luz das tuas flechas sibilantes,
ao fulgor do relâmpago da tua lança.
12 Na tua indignação, marchas pela terra,
na tua ira, calcas aos pés as nações.
13 Tu sais para salvamento do teu povo,
para salvar o teu ungido;
feres o telhado da casa do perverso
e lhe descobres de todo o fundamento.
14 Traspassas a cabeça dos guerreiros do inimigo com as suas próprias lanças,
os quais, como tempestade, avançam para me destruir;
regozijam-se, como se estivessem para devorar o pobre às ocultas.
15 Marchas com os teus cavalos pelo mar,
pela massa de grandes águas.
16 Ouvi-o, e o meu íntimo se comoveu,
à sua voz, tremeram os meus lábios;
entrou a podridão nos meus ossos,
e os joelhos me vacilaram,
pois, em silêncio, devo esperar o dia da angústia,
que virá contra o povo que nos acomete.
17 Ainda que a figueira não floresça,
nem haja fruto na vide;
o produto da oliveira minta,
e os campos não produzam mantimento;
as ovelhas sejam arrebatadas do aprisco,
e nos currais não haja gado,
18 todavia, eu me alegro no Senhor,
exulto no Deus da minha salvação.
19 O Senhor Deus é a minha fortaleza,
e faz os meus pés como os da corça,
e me faz andar altaneiramente.
Ao mestre de canto. Para instrumentos de cordas.
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on Shigionoth.
2 O LORD, I have heard your speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive your work in the middle of the years, in the middle of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.
5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.
6 He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
8 Was the LORD displeased against the rivers? was your anger against the rivers? was your wrath against the sea, that you did ride on your horses and your chariots of salvation?
9 Your bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even your word. Selah. You did split the earth with rivers.
10 The mountains saw you, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of your arrows they went, and at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 You did march through the land in indignation, you did thresh the heathen in anger.
13 You went forth for the salvation of your people, even for salvation with your anointed; you wounded the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation to the neck. Selah.
14 You did strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
15 You did walk through the sea with your horses, through the heap of great waters.
16 When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he comes up to the people, he will invade them with his troops.
17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds'feet, and he will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.