Habakkuk · Chapter 3

[ edit] Lord, Y herde þi heerynge, and Y dredde; Lord, þi werke, in þe mydil of ȝeeris quyckene þou it. In þe mydil of ȝeeris þou ſhalt make knowen; whan þou ſhalt be wroþe, þou ſhalt recorde of mercy. God ſhal cum fro þe ſouþ, and þe holy fro þe mount of Pharan. Þe glorie of hym keuerde heuen, and þe erþe is ful of his herying. Þe ſhynyng ſhal be as liȝt; hornys in hondis of hym. Þere þe ſtrengþe of hym is hid, byfore his face deþ ſhal go; þe deuyl ſhal go out bifore his feet. He ſtode, and matte þe erþe; he bihelde, and vnboonde folkis, and hillis of þe world ben broken to gydre; þe litil hillis of þe world ben bowid doun, of þe wayes of his euerlaſtingneſſe.

For wickidneſſe Y ſawȝ þe tentis of Eþiopie, þe ſkynnes of lond of Madian ſhuln be trublid. Lord, wher in flodis þou art wroþe, or in flodis þi woodneſſe, or in þe ſe þin indignacioun? Whiche ſhalt ſtye vp þin horſis; and þi foure horſid cartis ſaluacioun. Þou reyſynge ſhalt reyſe þi bowe, oþis to lynagis whiche þou haſt ſpoken; þou ſhalt kitte flodis of erþe. Watris ſawen þee, and hillis ſorewiden, þe guter of waters paſſide; depneſſe ȝaf his voice, heeȝneſſe reyſide his hondis. Sunne and mone ſtoden in her dwellynge; in þe liȝt of þin arewis þei ſhuln goo, in þe ſhynynge of þi ſpere ſmytynge. In beting of teeþ þou ſhalt defoule erþe, and in wodneſſe þou ſhalt aſtoneye folkis.

Þou art gon out in to helþe of þi peple, in to helþe wiþ þi criſt; þou haſt ſmyten þe heued of þe hous of þe vnpitouſe man, þou haſt made nakid þe foundement vn to þe neckus. Þou curſidiſt þe ſceptris, or powers, of hym, þe hed of his fiȝters, cummynge as whirlwynde for to ſcatere me; þe ioyinge wiþ outforþ of hem, as of hym þat deuouriþ a pore man in hidils. Þou madiſt a weye in þe ſe to þin horſis, in cleye of manye waters. Y herde, and my wombe is to gydre trublid; of þe voice my lippis trembleden to gydre. Rott entre in to my boonys, and boyle, or ſprynge, vndir me; and Y ſhal reſte aȝein in þe day of tribulacioun, and Y ſhal ſtey vp to oure peple girde to gydre.

Forſoþe þe fijge tree ſhal not floriſhe, and buriownyng ſhal not be in vyne ȝerdis; þe werk of þe olyue ſhal leeȝe, and feeldis ſhuln not brynge to mete; a ſheep ſhal be kitt of fro þe folde, and a drooue ſhal not be in þe cratchis. Forſoþe Y ſhal haue ioye in þe Lord, and Y ſhal ioye wiþ outeforþ in God my Jheſu. God þe Lord my ſtrengþe, and he ſhal putte my feet as of hertis; and vpon myn heeȝ þingus, þe ouercummer ſhal leede me forþ, ſingynge in pſalmes. Here endiþ þe book of Abacuk, þe prophete, and bigynneþ þe book of Sophonye, prophete.