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Avvakum 3

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1 The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, for singing.
2 Lord I heard your hearing and was afraid. Lord do your work in the midst of years, in the midst of years manifest it; in anger remember mercy.

3 God is coming from Feman and the Holy is from Mount Faran. His greatness covered the heavens, and the earth was filled with His glory.
4 Her splendor is like sunlight; from His hand rays, and here is a cache of His power!
5 There is an ulcer before His face, and a burning wind in His footsteps.
6 He became and shook the earth; He matured, and led the people into awe; centuries-old mountains fell apart, primitive hills fell; His ways are eternal.
7 I saw the tents of Ethiopia sad; shook the tents of the land of Midian.
eight Has your wrath kindled upon the rivers, Lord? Is Thy indignation on the rivers, or Thy rage on the sea, that You have ascended on Your horses, on Thy chariots of salvation?
nine You have laid bare Your bow according to the oath promise given to the tribes. You cut the earth in streams.
ten Seeing you, the mountains trembled, the waters rushed; the abyss gave its voice, raised its hands high;
eleven the sun and moon stopped in their place before the light of your flying arrows, before the radiance of your sparkling spears.
12 In wrath You walk on the earth and trample the nations in indignation.
13 You come forward for the salvation of Your people, for the salvation of Your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked house, exposing it from the bottom to the top.
fourteen You pierce with his spears his head of his leaders, when they rushed like a whirlwind to break me, in joy, as if thinking to devour the poor secretly.
fifteen You and Your horses paved the way for the sea, through the abyss of great waters.

16 I heard and trembled my inside; when I heard of this, my lips trembled, pain penetrated my bones, and the place below me hesitated; but I must be calm on the day of the calamity, when my robber comes to the people.
17 At least the fig tree didn’t blossom and there was no fruit on the vines, and the olive changed, and the cornfield didn’t give food, at least there were no sheep in the pen and cattle in the stalls,
18 but even then I will rejoice in the Lord and rejoice in the God of my salvation.
19 The Lord God is my strength: He will make my legs like a deer, and he will raise me up to my heights! (To the chief of the choir).

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