A prayerתְּפִלָּהof Habakkukלַחֲבַקּוּקthe prophet,הַנָּבִיאon Shigionot.עַל שִׁגְיֹנוֹת
YHWH,יְהוָהI have heardשָׁמַעְתִּיthe report of you;שִׁמְעֲךָI have feared.יָרֵאתִיYHWH,יְהוָהyour work,פָּעָלְךָin the midstבְּקֶרֶבof the yearsשָׁנִיםrevive it;חַיֵּיהוּin the midstבְּקֶרֶבof the yearsשָׁנִיםmake it known;תּוֹדִיעַin turmoilבְּרֹגֶזrememberתִּזְכּוֹרmercy.רַחֵם
Eloahאֱלוֹהַcomesיָבוֹאfrom Teman,מִתֵּימָןand the Holy Oneוְקָדוֹשׁfrom MountמֵהַרParan.פָּארָןSelah.סֶלָהHis majestyהוֹדוֹcoversכִּסָּהthe heavens,שָׁמַיִםand the earthהָאָרֶץis fullמָלְאָהof his praise.וּתְהִלָּתוֹ
And his brightnessוְנֹגַהּisתִּהְיֶהlike the light;כָּאוֹרraysקַרְנַיִםfrom his handמִיָּדוֹare his,לוֹand thereוְשָׁםis the hiding placeחֶבְיוֹןof his strength.עֻזֹּה
Before himלְפָנָיוgoesיֵלֶךְpestilence,דָּבֶרand burning flameרֶשֶׁףgoes outוְיֵצֵאbehind his feet.לְרַגְלָיו
He standsעָמַדand shakesוַיְמֹדֶדthe earth;אֶרֶץhe looksרָאָהand makes leapוַיַּתֵּרthe nations;גּוֹיִםand the perpetualעַדmountainsהַרְרֵיare shattered,וַיִּתְפֹּצְצוּthe eternalעוֹלָםhillsגִּבְעוֹתsink down;שַׁחוּthe eternalעוֹלָםwaysהֲלִיכוֹתare his.לוֹ
Under afflictionתַּחַת אָוֶןI sawרָאִיתִיthe tentsאָהֳלֵיof Cushan;כוּשָׁןthe curtainsיְרִיעוֹתof the landאֶרֶץof Midianמִדְיָןtremble.יִרְגְּזוּן
Against the riversהֲבִנְהָרִיםwas YHWHיְהוָהincensed?חָרָהOrאִםagainst the riversבַּנְּהָרִיםwas your anger?אַפֶּךָOrאִםagainst the seaבַּיָּםyour wrath,עֶבְרָתֶךָwhenכִּיyou rodeתִרְכַּבonעַלyour horses,סוּסֶיךָyour chariotsמַרְכְּבֹתֶיךָof salvation?יְשׁוּעָה
Nakedעֶרְיָהis your bowקַשְׁתֶּךָlaid bare;תֵעוֹרoathsשְׁבֻעוֹתare the rodsמַטּוֹתof the word.אֹמֶרSelah.סֶלָהWith riversנְהָרוֹתyou splitתְּבַקַּעthe earth.אָרֶץ
The mountainsהָרִיםsaw youרָאוּךָand writhed;יָחִילוּthe downpourזֶרֶםof watersמַיִםpassed by;עָבָרthe deepתְּהוֹםgaveנָתַןits voice;קוֹלוֹon highרוֹםits handsיָדֵיהוּit lifted up.נָשָׂא
The sun,שֶׁמֶשׁthe moonיָרֵחַstood stillעָמַדin their lofty dwelling;זְבֻלָהat the lightלְאוֹרof your arrowsחִצֶּיךָthey go to and fro,יְהַלֵּכוּat the brightnessלְנֹגַהּof the lightningבְּרַקof your spear.חֲנִיתֶךָ
In indignationבְּזַעַםyou march throughתִּצְעַדthe earth;אָרֶץin angerבְּאַףyou threshתָּדוּשׁthe nations.גּוֹיִם
You went outיָצָאתָfor the salvationלְיֵשַׁעof your people,עַמֶּךָfor the salvationלְיֵשַׁעof your anointed;מְשִׁיחֶךָyou shatteredמָחַצְתָּthe headרֹּאשׁof the houseמִבֵּיתof the wicked,רָשָׁעlaying bareעָרוֹתthe foundationיְסוֹדup toעַדthe neck.צַוָּארSelah.סֶלָה
You piercedנָקַבְתָּwith his rodsבְמַטָּיוthe headרֹאשׁof his warriors;פְּרָזָיוthey stormedיִסְעֲרוּto scatter me;לַהֲפִיצֵנִיtheir exultationעֲלִיצֻתָםwas asכְּמוֹto devourלֶאֱכֹלthe poorעָנִיin the hiding place.בַּמִּסְתָּר
You trodדָּרַכְתָּthe seaבַיָּםwith your horses,סוּסֶיךָthe surgeחֹמֶרof manyרַבִּיםwaters.מַיִם
I heard,שָׁמַעְתִּיand my inward partsוַ בִּטְנִיtrembled;תִּרְגַּזat the soundלְקוֹלmy lipsשְׂפָתַיquivered;צָלֲלוּrotרָקָבentersיָבוֹאinto my bones,בַּעֲצָמַיand beneath meוְתַחְתַּיI tremble,אֶרְגָּזthatאֲשֶׁרI may restאָנוּחַon the dayלְיוֹםof distress,צָרָהwhen the one who attacks itיְגוּדֶנּוּcomes upלַעֲלוֹתagainst the people.לְעַם
Thoughכִּיthe fig treeתְאֵנָהdoes notלֹאblossom,תִפְרָחand there is noוְאֵיןyieldיְבוּלon the vines,בַּגְּפָנִיםthe workמַעֲשֵׂהof the oliveזַיִתlies,כִּחֵשׁand the fieldsוּשְׁדֵמוֹתdo notלֹאproduceעָשָׂהfood,אֹכֶלthe flockצֹאןis cut offגָּזַרfrom the fold,מִמִּכְלָהand there are noוְאֵיןcattleבָּקָרin the stalls,בָּרְפָתִים
yet Iוַאֲנִיwill exultאֶעְלוֹזָהin YHWH;בַּיהוָהI will rejoiceאָגִילָהin the Elohimבֵּאלֹהֵיof my salvation.יִשְׁעִי
YHWHיְהוִהּAdonaiאֲדֹנָיis my strength,חֵילִיand he makesוַיָּשֶׂםmy feetרַגְלַיlike those of the deer,כָּאַיָּלוֹתand onוְעַלmy high placesבָּמוֹתַיhe makes me walk.יַדְרִכֵנִיFor the director.לַמְנַצֵּחַWith my stringed instruments.בִּנְגִינוֹתָי