5 Behold, the man of wine is outrageous,
The proud man remaineth not at rest;
He enlargeth his desire as the grave;
He is as death, and cannot be satisfied;
He gathereth to himself all the nations,
And collecteth to himself all the kingdoms.

6 Shall not all of them utter a song against him, Yea, songs of reproach and derision concerning him? And say, Woe to him, that heapeth up that which belongeth not to him!

For how long a time?

That ladeth himself with goods not his own!

7 Shall not they suddenly rise up that will oppress thee, And awake, that will harass thee?

Yea, thou shalt be their booty.

8 Because thou hast plundered many kingdoms,

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All the residue of the nations shall plunder thee;

For the blood of men, and for violence against the land, Against the city and all its inhabitants.

Woe to him that procureth unjust gain for his house, That he may set his nest on high,

That he may be delivered from the evil hand!

10 Thou hast devised shame for thine house;

By destroying many nations, thou hast brought ruin upon thyself.

11 For the stone from the wall crieth out,

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And the beam from the timber answereth it.

Woe to him that buildeth a town by blood, And establisheth a city by iniquity!

13 Behold, it is determined by Jehovah of hosts, That nations shall labor for the fire,

And kingdoms weary themselves for nought.

14 For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the

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glory of Jehovah,

As the waters cover the sea.

Woe to him, who giveth his neighbor drink;

Who poureth out the strong wine, and maketh him

drunken,

That he may look upon his nakedness!

16 Thou shalt be filled with shame instead of glory, Drink thou also, and show thy foreskin!

To thee shall come the cup in the right hand of Jehovah,

And foul shame shall be upon thy glory.

17 For the violence done to Lebanon shall cover thee,

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And the destruction of beasts, which made them afraid, On account of the blood of men, and violence against the land,

Against the city and all its inhabitants.

What profiteth the graven image,

When the maker hath graven it?

Or the molten image, and the teacher of lies?
That the artificer trusteth in his work,

When he maketh dumb idols.

19 Woe to him, who saith to the wood, Awake! To the dumb stone, Arise!

Will it teach?

Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,

And there is no breath within it.

20 But Jehovah is in his holy temple; Be silent before him, all the earth!

3.

1 THE prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, in the form of

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an ode.

O Jehovah, I have heard thy words, and tremble.

O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make it known,

In wrath remember mercy!

3 God cometh from Teman,

And the Holy One from mount Paran;
His glory covereth the heavens,
And the earth is full of his praise.
4 His brightness is as the light;
Rays stream forth from his hand,
And there is the hiding-place of his power.
5 Before him goeth the pestilence,
And the plague followeth his steps.

6 He standeth, and measureth the earth;
He beholdeth, and maketh the nations tremble;
The everlasting mountains are broken asunder;
The eternal hills sink down;

The eternal paths are trodden by him.

7 I see the tents of Cushan in affliction,

And the canopies of the land of Midian tremble.
8 Is the anger of Jehovah kindled against the rivers,
Is thy wrath against the rivers,

Is thy indignation against the floods,
That thou ridest on with thy horses,
Upon thy chariots of victory?

9 Thy bow is made bare;

Thine arrows are satiated; the song

of victory is sung.

Thou causest rivers to break forth from the earth.

10 The mountains see thee and tremble;

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The flood of waters overflows;

The deep uttereth his voice,

And lifteth up his hands on high.

The sun and the moon stand still in their habitation; Like their light thine arrows fly;

Like their brightness the lightning of thy spear. 12 Thou marchest through the land in indignation; Thou thrashest the nations in anger;

13 Thou goest forth for the deliverance of thy people; For the deliverance of thine anointed.

Thou smitest the head of the house of the wicked;

Thou destroyest the foundation even to the neck.

14 Thou piercest with thine arrows the heads of their leaders,

Who rushed like a whirlwind to scatter us;

Who exulted, as if they should devour the distressed in

a hiding-place.

15 Thou ridest through the sea with thy horses,

Through the raging of mighty waters.

16 I have heard, and my heart trembleth; My lips quiver at the voice;

Rottenness entereth into my bones, and my knees tremble,

That I shall remain to the day of trouble,

When the invader shall come up against my people!

17 For the fig-tree shall not blossom,

the vine,

And there shall be no fruit upon
The produce of the olive shall fail,
And the fields shall yield no food.

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The flocks shall be cut off from the folds,
And there shall be no herd in the stalls.

Yet will I rejoice in Jehovah,

I will exult in God, my helper.

19 The Lord Jehovah is my strength;

He will make my feet like the hind's,
And set me upon my high places.

To the leader of the music on my stringed instru

ments.