Audiobook Reading: Habakkuk 3
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Chapter three a prayer of her back it the profit according to Shaggy on oath. Oh, Lord, I have heard the report of you and your work. Oh, Lord, do I fear in the midst of the years revive it in the midst of the years? Make it known in Wrath. Remember mercy God came from team in and the holy one from Mount Peron. His splendor covered the heavens and the earth was full of his praise. His brightness was like the light rays flash from his hand. And there he veiled his power. Before him went, pestilence and plague followed at his heels. He stood and measured the earth. He looked and shook the nation's. Then the eternal mountains were scattered. The everlasting hill sank low. His were the everlasting waves. I saw the tents of cushion in affliction. The curtains of the land of median did tremble. Was your wrath against the rivers? Oh, Lord, was your anger against the rivers or your indignation against the sea When you rode on your horses on your chariots of salvation? You stripped the sheath from your bow, calling for many arrows. You split the earth with rivers, the mountains saw you and arrived. The raging waters swept on the deep, gave forth its voice. It lifted its hands on high. The sun and moon stood still in their place at the light of your arrows As they sped at the flashing of your glittering spear, You march through the earth and fury, you thresh! The nation's in anger. You went out for the salvation of your people for the salvation of your anointed. You crush the head of the house of the wicked, laying him bear from thigh to neck You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors who came like a whirlwind to scatter me rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret. You trampled the sea with your horses the surging of many waters I hear and my body trembles. My lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones My legs tremble beneath me Yet I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us. Though the fig tree should not blossom nor fruit beyond the vines the produce of the olive fail in the fields yield no food. The flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will take joy in the god of my salvation. God, the Lord is my strength. He makes my feet like the deer's. He makes me tread on my high places to the choirmaster with stringed instruments.