Hab
3:2…19 Friday Morning 2
Yahweh, I have heard of your
fame, * I stand in awe at your deeds.
Do them again in our days, *
in our days make them known! * In spite of your anger, have compassion.
God comes forth from Teman, * the Holy One comes from Mount
Paran.
His splendor covers the sky, * and his glory fills the earth.
His brilliance is like the light; * brightness flashes from
his hands; * there his power is hidden...
You march forth to save your people, * to save the one you have
anointed...
You galloped on the sea with your horses, * on the mighty and
roaring waters.
I heard this and tremble with terror; * my lips quiver at the
sound.
Weakness invades my bones; * my steps fail beneath me.
Yet calmly I wait for the doom * that will fall upon the
people who assail us.
For even though the fig tree does not blossom, * nor fruit grow
on the grapevine.
even though the olive crops fail, * and fields produce no
harvest,
even though flocks vanish from the folds, * and stalls stand
empty of cattle,
yet I will rejoice in Yahweh * and exult in God my Savior.
Yahweh my Lord is my
strength; * he makes me leap like the deer, * he guides my steps on the
heights.