Habakkuk 3:1-19 MEV

[1] A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, on Shigionoth. [2] O LORD, I have heard the report of You, and was afraid; O LORD, revive Your work in the midst of the years! In the midst of these years make them 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] His brightness was like the light; rays flashed from His hand, and there His power was hidden. [5] Pestilence went out before Him, and plague followed His feet. [6] He stood and measured the earth; He looked and shook the nations. The eternal mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills bowed. His ways are everlasting. [7] I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; the curtains of the land of Midian trembled. [8] Were you displeased with the rivers, O LORD? Was Your anger against the rivers, and was Your wrath against the sea when You rode on Your horses, on Your chariots of salvation? [9] You made bare Your bow; oaths were the arrows at Your command.     Selah You divided the earth with the rivers. [10] The mountains saw You and trembled; the overflowing water passed by. The deep lifted its voice, and lifted its hands on high. [11] The sun and moon stood still in their places; at the light of Your arrows they went, at the flash of Your glittering spear. [12] You marched throughout the earth in indignation; You threshed the nations in anger. [13] You went forth to deliver Your people, to deliver Your anointed one. You wounded the head of the house of the wicked, laying him bare from head to foot.     Selah [14] You pierced with his own arrows the leaders of his villages. They came like a whirlwind to scatter me; their rejoicing was like devouring the poor in secret. [15] You trampled the sea with Your horses, through the wakes of great waters. [16] I heard, and my body trembled; my lips quivered at the sound; rottenness entered my bones; my legs tremble beneath me. Yet I will wait quietly for the day when calamity comes on the people invading us. [17] Though the fig tree does not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; though the yield of the olive fails, and the fields produce no food; though the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls- [18] yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will exult in the God of my salvation. [19] The LORD God is my strength; He will make my feet like hinds' feet, and He will make me walk on my high places. To the Music Director: with my stringed instruments.