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13 You go out to save your people.
        For the salvation of your anointed
            you smashed the head of the house of wickedness,
            laying bare the foundation up to the neck. Selah
14 You pierce the head of his warrior with his own spear.
        His warriors are driven off,
            those who take delight in oppressing us,[a]
            those who take pleasure in secretly devouring the poor.
15 You make your horses tread on the sea;
        turbulent waters foam.

The prophet responds

16 I hear and my insides tremble.
        My lips quiver at the sound.
        Rottenness enters my bones.
I tremble while I stand,[b]
        while I wait for the day of distress to come against the people who attack us.
17 Though the fig tree doesn’t bloom,
            and there’s no produce on the vine;
        though the olive crop withers,
            and the fields don’t provide food;
        though the sheep are cut off from the pen,
            and there are no cattle in the stalls;
18 I will rejoice in the Lord.
        I will rejoice in the God of my deliverance.
19 The Lord God is my strength.
        He will set my feet like the deer.
        He will let me walk upon the heights.[c]

To the director, with stringed instruments

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Footnotes

  1. Habakkuk 3:14 Or me
  2. Habakkuk 3:16 Or I tremble beneath me.
  3. Habakkuk 3:19 Or my heights

13 You came out(A) to deliver(B) your people,
    to save your anointed(C) one.
You crushed(D) the leader of the land of wickedness,
    you stripped him from head to foot.
14 With his own spear you pierced his head
    when his warriors stormed out to scatter us,(E)
gloating as though about to devour
    the wretched(F) who were in hiding.
15 You trampled the sea(G) with your horses,
    churning the great waters.(H)

16 I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.(I)
Yet I will wait patiently(J) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud
    and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
    and the fields produce no food,(K)
though there are no sheep in the pen
    and no cattle in the stalls,(L)
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,(M)
    I will be joyful in God my Savior.(N)

19 The Sovereign Lord is my strength;(O)
    he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
    he enables me to tread on the heights.(P)

For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.

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