1Habakkuk the prophet drops a prayer, like, "This is the vibe."

2Yo Lord, I heard your words and got shook: revive your work, no cap, show mercy in the chaos.

3God rolled up from Teman, the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory lit up the skies, earth was vibin' with praise.

4His brightness was like straight-up light; he had rizz coming from his hands, flexing his power.

5Before him, pestilence was rolling, and burning coals were low-key on fire at his feet.

6He stood tall, measuring the earth: nations got shook, mountains scattered, hills bowed down; his ways are forever.

7I peeped the tents of Cushan in struggle; the curtains of Midian were literally trembling.

8Was the Lord mad at the rivers? Was his anger against the sea? He rode through with his chariots of salvation, fr.

9Your bow was out there, showing off, making oaths with the tribes. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.

10The mountains saw you and freaked out: the waters overflowed, the deep spoke up, raising its hands high.

11The sun and moon were like, "Chill," standing still; your arrows made them move, your spear was shining.

12You marched through the land, mad as heck, threshing the nations with that righteous anger.

13You came through for your peeps, bringing salvation with your anointed one; you took out the wicked, periodt.

14You struck down the heads of their villages; they came at me like a whirlwind, trying to devour the poor, savage.

15You walked through the sea on your horses, through the massive waves, no cap.

16When I heard all this, my stomach dropped; my lips were shaking at the sound, rottenness hit my bones, I was low-key trembling, just trying to find peace in tough times.

17Even if the fig tree doesn’t bloom and the vines don’t produce, even if the olive fails and the fields are empty, no flock in sight, it’s all good.

18Still, I’m gonna rejoice in the Lord, vibing in the God of my salvation.

19The Lord God is my strength, he’ll give my feet that goated agility, making me walk on high places. For the chief singer on my stringed instruments.

1A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth.

2O Lord, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O Lord, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.

3God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.

4And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.

5Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.

6He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.

7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

8Was the Lord displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation?

9Thy bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

10The mountains saw thee, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.

11The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.

12Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst thresh the heathen in anger.

13Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, even for salvation with thine anointed; thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation unto the neck. Selah.

14Thou didst strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

15Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses, through the heap of great waters.

16When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.

17Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:

18Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

19The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.