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, 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.