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Context No. 901 of 4322 · Habakkuk

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Habakkuk 3:1-19: in context

1A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music. 2LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy. 3God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth. 4His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden. 5Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet. 6He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal. 7I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled. 8Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation? 9You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. Selah. You split the earth with rivers. 10The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high. 11The sun and moon stood still in the sky at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear. 12You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger. 13You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. Selah. 14You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret. 15You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters. 16I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us. 17For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls, 18yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! 19GOD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.

Habakkuk has spent two chapters arguing with God about why the wicked prosper and why God would use the brutal Babylonians to punish Judah. This third chapter is his response, a prayer set to music. He recalls the LORD marching out of old in storm and light to save his people and crush the wicked, and the vision leaves the prophet shaking, lips quivering, rottenness in his bones. Then comes the turn everything has been building toward: though the fig tree does not blossom, and there is no fruit on the vine, and the fields yield nothing, and the flocks are cut off, yet I will rejoice in the LORD.

What stands out about this ending is that nothing in Habakkuk's circumstances has improved. God has not solved the problem he complained about. The Babylonians are still coming; the invasion he dreads is still on the way; he says plainly he must wait quietly for the day of trouble. The famine he describes in the last verses, no figs, no grapes, no olives, no herds, is total ruin, everything a farming people lives on stripped away. And into that emptiness he says yet. Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in the God of my salvation. His joy has moved off his circumstances and onto God himself, so that even if every visible good fails, the ground of his gladness is untouched. He does not rejoice because things are fine; he rejoices in the LORD when things are not. And he ends by saying God makes his feet like a deer's, sure on the high dangerous places.

Is my joy still tied to the harvest, so that a bad year empties me, or has it moved onto God himself, who does not fail when the fig tree does?

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