The Book of Habakkuk Chapter 3 – New King James Version (NKJV) – Audio Bible

Chapter 3. A prayer of habakkuk the Prophet on Shigionoth O Lord I have heard your speech and was afraid Oh Lord revive your work in the midst of The years In the midst of the years make it known In Roth remember Mercy God came from Timon the Holy One from Mount payron His glory covered the heavens and the Earth was full of his praise His brightness was like the light He had Rays flashing from his hand And there his power was hidden Before him went pestilence and fever Followed at his feet He stood and measured the Earth He looked and startled the Nations And the Everlasting mountains were Scattered The Perpetual Hills bowed His ways are Everlasting I saw the tents of kushan in affliction The curtains of the land of Midian Trembled Oh Lord Were you displeased with the rivers Was your anger against the rivers was Your wrath against the sea that you rode On your horses your Chariots of Salvation Your bow was made quite ready

Oaths were sworn over your arrows Seller You divided the Earth with rivers The mountains saw you and trembled The overflowing of the water passed by The Deep uttered its voice and lifted Its hands on high The Sun and Moon Stood Still in their Habitation At the light of your arrows they went At The Shining of your glittering sphere You marched through the land in Indignation You trampled the nations in anger You went forth for the Salvation of your People For salvation with your anointed You struck the head from the house of The wicked by laying bare from Foundation to neck Selah You thrust through with his own arrows The head of his villages They came out like a whirlwind to Scatter me Their rejoicing was like feasting on the Poor in secret You walked through the sea with your Horses Through the Heap of Great Waters When I heard My body trembled My lips quivered at The Voice Rottenness entered my bones

And I trembled in myself That I might rest in the day of trouble When he comes up to the people He will invade them with his troops Though the Fig Tree may not blossom nor Fruit beyond the vines Though the labor of the olive May Fail And the fields yield no food Though the flock may be cut off from the Fold and there be no herd in the Stalls Yet I will rejoice in the Lord I will joy in the god of my salvation The Lord God is my strength He will make my feet like deer's feet And he will make me walk on my high Hills To the chief musician With my stringed instruments

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