The Bible Study Podcast, episode 772. Today, the Bible Study podcast continues the study of Habakkuk

with chapter 3.

Welcome to the Bible study podcast. I'm your host, Chris Christensen. I say continue the study of Habakkuk. We really end the study of Habakkuk today. This is one of the minor prophets and a shorter book. Habakkuk's prayer. A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on Shui Yonoth. Lord, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds. Repeat them in our day. In our time, make them known.

In wrath, remember mercy. God came from Timon, the Holy One from Mount Peron. His glory covered the

heavens, and his praise filled the earth. His splendor was like the sunrise. Rays flashed from

his hand where his power was hidden plague went before him

pestilence followed his steps he stood and shook the earth he looked and made the nations tremble

the ancient mountains crumbled and the age-old hills collapsed but he marches on forever i saw the tents of cushion in distress, the dwellings of

Midian in anguish. Were you angry with the rivers, Lord? Was your wrath against the streams? Did you

rage against the sea when you rode your horses and your chariots to victory? You uncovered your bow.

You called for many arrows. You split the earth with

rivers. The mountains saw you and writhed. Torrents of water swept by. The deep roared and lifted its waves on high.

Sun and moon stood still in the heavens at the glint of your flying arrows, at the light of your

flashing spear. In wrath you strode through the earth,

and in anger threshed the nations. You came out to deliver your people, to save your

anointed one. You crushed the leaders of the land of wickedness. You stripped him from head to foot.

With his own spear, you pierced his head. When his warriors stormed out to scatter us gloating as though

about to devour the wretched who were in hiding you trampled the sea with your horses churning the great

waters i heard and my heart pounded my lips quivered at the sound decay crept into my bones

and my legs trembled.

Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us,

though the fig tree does not bud, though there are no grapes on the vines.

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