3:1 This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet:
3:2 Lord, I have heard the report of what you did;
I am awed,
In our time
in our time reveal them again.
But when you cause turmoil, remember to show us mercy!
3:3 God comes
the sovereign
His splendor covers the skies,
his glory
3:4 He is as bright as lightning;
a two-pronged lightning bolt flashes from his hand.
This is the outward display of his power.
3:5 Plague goes before him;
pestilence
3:6 He takes his battle position
with a mere look he frightens
The ancient mountains disintegrate;
the primeval hills are flattened.
He travels on the ancient roads.
3:7 I see the tents of Cushan overwhelmed by trouble;
the tent curtains of the land of Midian are shaking.
3:8 Is the Lord mad at the rivers?
Are you angry with the rivers?
Are you enraged at the sea?
Is this why
your victorious chariots?
3:9 Your bow is ready for action;
you commission your arrows.
You cause flash floods on the earth’s surface.
3:10 When the mountains see you, they shake.
The torrential downpour sweeps through.
The great deep
it lifts its hands high.