Oración final de Habacuc
1 Yo, el profeta Habacuc, compuse esta oración para acompañarla con una melodía especial.
2 ¡Dios mío,
yo sé bien todo lo que has hecho,
y por eso tiemblo en tu presencia!
Déjanos ver en nuestros días
tus grandes hechos de otros tiempos;
si te enojas con nosotros,
no dejes de tenernos compasión.
3 Tú eres nuestro santo Dios;
vienes de la región de Temán,
vienes del monte Parán.
Tu grandeza ilumina los cielos;
la tierra entera te alaba.
4 Un gran resplandor te rodea;
de tus manos brotan rayos de luz
y dejan ver tu poder escondido.
5 Plagas terribles anuncian tu llegada;
vas dejando en el camino
graves enfermedades.
6-7 Cuando tú te detienes,
la tierra se pone a temblar;
cuando miras a las naciones,
todas ellas se llenan de miedo;
los cerros se desmoronan,
las antiguas montañas se derrumban;
¡hasta he visto temblar de miedo
a la gente de Cusán y de Madián,
porque tú has vuelto a actuar!
8 Dios nuestro,
¿por qué te decidiste a montar
en tu carro de combate?
¿Será porque te enojaste
con los dioses Río y Mar?
9 Con tus flechas heriste la tierra,
y esas heridas son los ríos.
10 Cuando las montañas te vieron,
temblaron de miedo,
las nubes dejaron caer su lluvia
y el mar rugió con furia;
¡sus grandes olas se elevaron al cielo!
11 Cuando lanzaste tus brillantes rayos,
el sol y la luna se detuvieron.
12 Pero te enojaste y recorriste la tierra;
en tu enojo aplastaste naciones.
13 Saliste a rescatar a tu pueblo,
y al rey que tú elegiste.
Destrozaste al jefe de esos malvados,
y acabaste por completo con su reino.
14 Sus orgullosos jinetes nos atacaron
con la furia de una tempestad;
querían dispersarnos y destruirnos,
pues no podíamos defendernos.
¡Pero tú los mataste
con sus propias flechas!
15 Montaste en tu caballo
y marchaste sobre el agitado mar.
16 Cuando escucho todo esto,
me tiemblan los labios y todo el cuerpo;
siento que mis huesos se desmoronan,
y que el suelo se hunde bajo mis pies.
Pero yo espero con paciencia
el día en que castigarás
a los que ahora nos atacan.
17 Aunque no den higos las higueras,
ni den uvas las viñas
ni aceitunas los olivos;
aunque no haya en nuestros campos
nada que cosechar;
aunque no tengamos vacas ni ovejas,
18 siempre te alabaré con alegría
porque tú eres mi salvador.
19 Dios mío,
tú me das nuevas fuerzas;
me das la rapidez de un venado,
y me pones en lugares altos.
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth. 2 O 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.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise. 4 And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. 5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. 6 He 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. 7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble. 8 Was 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? 9 Thy bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers. 10 The 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. 11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear. 12 Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst thresh the heathen in anger. 13 Thou 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. 14 Thou 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. 15 Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses, through the heap of great waters.
16 When 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.
17 ¶ Although 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: 18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. 19 The 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.