A prayer song
1This is Habakkuk’s prayer. Accompany it with music [1] that matches the message.Save us again
2LORD, I’ve heard your reputation.I’m amazed at what you’ve done.
Do it again for us.
Even if you’re angry with us,
Let us see your mercy.
3God is coming from Edom [2] in the south,
Like he did in ancient times.
The Holy God is coming from Mount Paran. [3]
Instruments [4]
His splendor hangs on display in the sky.
Praises rise to him from all over the earth.
God on fire
4He’s cloaked in brilliant light, [5] bright as the sun.Rays of light stream from his hands.
5Ahead of him marches an army of diseases,
Behind, a legion of plagues. [6]
6When he stops, the ground shakes.
When he looks around, nations tremble,
Ancient mountains collapse,
Age-old trails and everlasting hills sink.
7I saw chaos in camps of desert nomads,
Cushan [7] and Midian tents both in trouble.
Midian’s tent curtains were shaking.
God the monster killer
8Why are you angry, LORD?Are you upset at the river beast, Neharim? [8]
Are you angry with Yam, monster of the sea?
Is that why you race to victory,
With horses thundering ahead of your chariot?
9Your bow is ready.
Arrows are waiting.
All you need is the word.
Instruments
The ground broke open
And rivers gushed out.
10Mountains see you and start to shake.
Rain pounds the ground in flooding torrents.
The ocean howls beneath soaring waves.
God attacks
11The dull moon watches your gleaming spearAnd your lightening arrows
As they cut through the sky.
12You’re livid in the heat of battle,
And you crush the enemy nations.
13You came to rescue your people,
To save your anointed [9] king.
You crush the skull of the enemy,
Then display its corpse from neck to feet. [10]
14You stop enemy soldiers,
Killing them with their own weapons. [11]
They came at us in a whirlwind,
Scattering us in all directions, then gloating.
They loved robbing poor refugees.
15You storm into the sea to save your people,
Churning the water as you charge,
Trusting God no matter what
16When I heard this story of what would happen,I started shaking all over.
My lips quivered. My legs gave way.
All I could do was lay there and tremble.
I’m waiting now for the inevitable day of trouble,
For invaders to wake and attack.
17When fig trees don’t blossom,
Grapes don’t grow,
When olive crops disappear,
Fields produce nothing but dirt,
When sheep are taken,
Cattle gone from their stalls,
18What will I do?
I will thank God that he is my Savior.
He gives me the strength to go on.
He gives me the sure-footed speed of a deer,
And to higher ground he leads on.




