Habakkuk
חבקוק
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Habakkuk
Chapter 1
The pronouncement made by the prophet Habakkuk.
How long, O ETERNAL One, shall I cry out
And You not listen,
Shall I shout to You, “Violence!”
And You not save?
Why do You make me see iniquity
[Why] do You look upon wrong?—
Raiding and violence are before me,
Strife continues and contention goes on.
That is why decision fails
And justice never emerges;
For villains hedge in those whose cause is just—
Therefore judgment emerges deformed.
“Look among the nations,
Observe well and be utterly astounded;
For a work is being wrought in your days
That you would not believe if it were told.
For lo, I am raising up the Chaldeans,
That fierce, impetuous nation,
Who cross the earth’s wide spaces
To seize homes not their own.
They are terrible, dreadful;
They make their own laws and rules.
Their horses are swifter than leopards,
Fleeter than wolves of the steppe.
Their steeds gallop—their steeds
Come flying from afar.
Like vultures rushing toward food,
They all come, bent on rapine.
The thrust of their van is forward,
And they amass captives like sand.
Kings they hold in derision,
And princes are a joke to them;
They laugh at every fortress,
They pile up earth and capture it.
Then they pass on like the wind,
They transgress and incur guilt,
For they ascribe their might to their god.”
You, O ETERNAL One, are from everlasting;
My holy God, You never die.
O ETERNAL One, You have made them a subject of contention;
O Rock, You have made them a cause for complaint.
You whose eyes are too pure to look upon evil,
Who cannot countenance wrongdoing,
Why do You countenance treachery,
And stand by idle
While the one in the wrong devours
The one in the right?
You have made humankind like the fish of the sea,
Like creeping things that have no ruler.
He has fished them all up with a line,
Pulled them up in his trawl,
And gathered them in his net.
That is why he rejoices and is glad.
That is why he sacrifices to his trawl
And makes offerings to his net;
For through them his portion is rich
And his nourishment fat.
Shall he then keep emptying his trawl,
And slaying nations without pity?
Chapter 2
I will stand on my watch,
Take up my station at the post,
And wait to see what [God] will say to me,
What will be the reply to my complaint.
GOD answered me and said:
Write the prophecy down,
Inscribe it clearly on tablets,
So that it can be read easily.
For there is yet a prophecy for a set term,
A truthful witness for a time that will come.
Even if it tarries, wait for it still;
For it will surely come, without delay:
Lo, their spirit within them is puffed up, not upright,
But the righteous are rewarded with life
For their fidelity.
How much less then shall the defiant go unpunished,
The treacherous, the arrogant
Who have made their maw as wide as Sheol,
Who are as insatiable as Death,
Who have harvested all the nations
And gathered in all the peoples!
Surely all these shall pronounce a satire against them,
A pointed epigram concerning them.
They shall say:
Ah, you who pile up what is not yours—
How much longer?—
And make ever heavier your load of indebtedness!
Right suddenly will your creditors arise,
And those who remind you will awake,
And you will be despoiled by them.
Because you plundered many nations,
All surviving peoples shall plunder you—
For crimes against humans and wrongs against lands,
Against cities and all their inhabitants.
Ah, you who have acquired gains
To the detriment of your own house,
Who have destroyed many peoples
In order to set your nest on high
To escape disaster!
You have plotted shame for your own house,
And guilt for yourself;
For a stone shall cry out from the wall,
And a rafter shall answer it from the woodwork.
Ah, you who have built a town with crime,
And established a city with infamy,
So that peoples have had to toil for the fire,
And nations to weary themselves for naught!
Behold, it is from GOD of Hosts:
For the earth shall be filled
With awe for GOD’s glory
As water covers the sea.
Ah, you who make others drink to intoxication
As you pour out your wrath,
In order to gaze upon their nakedness!
You shall be sated with shame
Rather than glory:
Drink in your turn and stagger!
The cup in GOD’s right hand
Shall come around to you,
And disgrace to your glory.
For the lawlessness against Lebanon shall cover you,
The destruction of animals shall overwhelm you —
For crimes against humans and wrongs against lands,
Against cities and all their inhabitants.
What has the carved image availed,
That its maker has carved it
For an image and a false oracle—
That the one who makes an item has trusted in it,
Producing dumb idols?
Ah, you who say, “Wake up” to wood,
“Awaken,” to inert stone!
Can that give an oracle?
Why, it is encased in gold and silver,
But there is no breath inside it.
But GOD in the holy Abode—
Be silent before [God], all the earth!
Chapter 3
A prayer of the prophet Habakkuk. In the mode of Shigionoth.
O ETERNAL One ! I have learned of Your renown;
I am awed, O ETERNAL One, by Your deeds.
Renew them in these years,
Oh, make them known in these years!
Though angry, may You remember compassion.
God is coming from Teman,
The Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah.
God’s majesty covers the skies,
Such splendor fills the earth:
It is a brilliant light
That gives off rays on every side—
And therein God’s glory is enveloped.
Pestilence marches in front,
And plague comes forth at God’s heels.
God’s standing up makes the earth shake;
A mere glance makes nations tremble.
The age-old mountains are shattered,
The primeval hills sink low.
God’s routes are ancient:
As a scene of havoc I behold
The tents of Cushan;
Shaken are the pavilions
Of the land of Midian!
Are You wroth, O ETERNAL One, with Neharim?
Is Your anger against Neharim,
Your rage against Yam —
That You are driving Your steeds,
Your victorious chariot?
All bared and ready is Your bow.
Sworn are the rods of the word. Selah.
You make the earth burst into streams,
The mountains rock at the sight of You,
A torrent of rain comes down;
Loud roars the deep,
The sky returns the echo.
Sun [and] moon stand still on high
As Your arrows fly in brightness,
Your flashing spear in brilliance.
You tread the earth in rage,
You trample nations in fury.
You have come forth to deliver Your people,
To deliver Your anointed.
You will smash the roof of the villain’s house,
Raze it from foundation to top. Selah.
You will crack [the enemy’s] skull with Your bludgeon;
Blown away shall be his warriors,
Whose delight is to crush me suddenly,
To devour a pauper in an ambush.
You will make Your steeds tread the sea,
Stirring the mighty waters.
I heard and my bowels quaked,
My lips quivered at the sound;
Rot entered into my bone,
I trembled where I stood.
Yet I wait calmly for the day of distress,
For a people to come to attack us.
Though the fig tree does not bud
And no yield is on the vine,
Though the olive crop has failed
And the fields produce no grain,
Though sheep have vanished from the fold
And no cattle are in the pen,
Yet will I rejoice in GOD,
Exult in the God who delivers me.
The Sovereign GOD is my strength,
Making my feet like the deer’s
And letting me stride upon the heights.
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