1 Oração do profeta Habacuque. Uma confissão.
2 Senhor, ouvi falar da tua fama; temo diante dos teus atos, Senhor. Realiza de novo, em nossa época, as mesmas obras, faze-as conhecidas em nosso tempo; em tua ira, lembra-te da misericórdia.
3 Deus veio de Temã, o Santo veio do monte Parã. Pausa Sua glória cobriu os céus e seu louvor encheu a terra.
4 Seu esplendor era como a luz do sol; raios lampejavam de sua mão, onde se escondia o seu poder.
5 Pragas iam adiante dele; doenças terríveis seguiam os seus passos.
6 Ele parou, e a terra tremeu; olhou, e fez estremecer as nações. Montes antigos se desmancharam; colinas antiqüíssimas se desfizeram. Os caminhos dele são eternos.
7 Vi a aflição das tendas de Cuchã; tremiam as cortinas das tendas de Midiã.
8 Era com os rios que estavas irado, Senhor? Era contra os riachos o teu furor? Foi contra o mar que a tua fúria transbordou quando cavalgaste com os teus cavalos e com os teus carros vitoriosos?
9 Preparaste o teu arco; pediste muitas flechas. Pausa Fendeste a terra com rios;
10 os montes te viram e se contorceram. Torrentes de água desceram com violência; o abismo estrondou erguendo as suas ondas.
11 O sol e lua pararam em suas moradas, diante do reflexo de tuas flechas voadoras, diante do lampejo da tua lança reluzente.
12 Com ira andaste a passos largos por toda a terra e com indignação pisoteaste as nações.
13 Saíste para salvar o teu povo, para libertar o teu ungido. Esmagaste o líder da nação ímpia, tu o desnudaste da cabeça aos pés. Pausa
14 Com as suas próprias flechas lhe atravessaste a cabeça, quando os seus guerreiros saíram como um furacão para nos espalhar, com maldoso prazer, como se estivessem para devorar o necessitado em seu esconderijo.
15 Pisaste o mar com teus cavalos, agitando as grandes águas.
16 Ouvi isso, e o meu íntimo estremeceu, meus lábios tremeram; os meus ossos desfaleceram; minhas pernas vacilavam. Tranqüilo esperarei o dia da desgraça que virá sobre o povo que nos ataca.
17 Mesmo não florescendo a figueira, não havendo uvas nas videiras; mesmo falhando a safra de azeitonas, não havendo produção de alimento nas lavouras, nem ovelhas no curral nem bois nos estábulos,
18 ainda assim eu exultarei no Senhor e me alegrarei no Deus da minha salvação.
19 O Senhor Soberano é a minha força; ele faz os meus pés como os do cervo; ele me habilita a andar em lugares altos. Para o mestre de música. Para os meus 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.