1 WYC The preier of Abacuk, the profete, for vnkunnynge men. Lord, Y herde thin heryng, and Y dredde; BSB BSB: This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth:
2 WYC Lord, it is thi werk, in the myddil of yeeris quykene thou it. In the middil of yeeris thou schalt make knowun; whanne thou schalt be wrooth, thou schalt haue mynde of mercy. BSB BSB: O LORD, I have heard the report of You; I stand in awe, O LORD, of Your deeds. Revive them in these years; make them known in these years. In Your wrath, remember mercy!
4 WYC The schynyng of hym schal be as liyt; hornes in hondis of hym. BSB BSB: His radiance was like the sunlight; rays flashed from His hand, where His power is hidden.
5 WYC There the strengthe of hym was hid, deth schal go bifore his face; the deuel schal go out bifore hise feet. BSB BSB: Plague went before Him, and fever followed in His steps.
6 WYC He stood, and mat the erthe; he bihelde, and vnboond folkis, and hillis of the world weren al to-brokun; the litle hillis of the world weren bowid doun, of the weies of his euerlastyngnesse. BSB BSB: He stood and measured the earth; He looked and startled the nations; the ancient mountains crumbled; the perpetual hills collapsed. His ways are everlasting.
7 WYC For wickidnesse Y saiy the tentis of Ethiope, the skynnes of the lond of Madian schulen be troblid. BSB BSB: I saw the tents of Cushan in distress; the curtains of Midian were trembling.
8 WYC Lord, whether in floodis thou art wrooth, ether in floodis is thi strong veniaunce, ether in the see is thin indignacioun? Which shalt stie on thin horsis; and thi foure horsid cartis is saluacioun. BSB BSB: Were You angry at the rivers, O LORD? Was Your wrath against the streams? Did You rage against the sea when You rode on Your horses, on Your chariots of salvation?
9 WYC Thou reisynge schalt reise thi bouwe, othis to lynagis whiche thou hast spoke; thou schalt departe the floodis of erthe. BSB BSB: You brandished Your bow; You called for many arrows. Selah You split the earth with rivers.
10 WYC Watris saien thee, and hillis sorewiden, the goter of watris passide; depnesse yaf his vois, hiynesse reiside hise hondis. BSB BSB: The mountains saw You and quaked; torrents of water swept by. The deep roared with its voice and lifted its hands on high.
11 WYC The sunne and moone stoden in her dwellyng place; in the liyt of thin arowis thei schulen go, in the schynyng of thi spere glisnynge. BSB BSB: Sun and moon stood still in their places at the flash of Your flying arrows, at the brightness of Your shining spear.
12 WYC In gnastyng thou schalt defoule erthe, and in strong veniaunce thou schalt astonye folkis. BSB BSB: You marched across the earth with fury; You threshed the nations in wrath.
13 WYC Thou art gon out in to helthe of thi puple, in to helthe with thi crist; thou hast smyte the heed of the hous of the vnpitouse man, thou hast maad nakid the foundement til to the necke. BSB BSB: You went forth for the salvation of Your people, to save Your anointed. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked and stripped him from head to toe. Selah
14 WYC Thou cursidist the ceptris, ether powers, of hym, the heed of hise fiyteris, to men comynge as whirlewynde for to scatere me; the ioiyng withoutforth of hem, as of hym that deuourith a pore man in hidlis. BSB BSB: With his own spear You pierced his head, when his warriors stormed out to scatter us, gloating as though ready to secretly devour the weak.
15 WYC Thou madist a weie in the see to thin horsis, in clei of many watris. BSB BSB: You trampled the sea with Your horses, churning the great waters.
16 WYC Y herde, and my wombe is troblid togidere; my lippis trembliden togidere of the vois. Rot entre in my boonys, and sprenge vndur me; that Y reste ayen in the dai of tribulacioun, and Y schal stie vp to oure puple gird togidere. BSB BSB: I heard and trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Decay entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Yet I must wait patiently for the day of distress to come upon the people who invade us.
17 WYC For the fige tre schal not floure, and buriownyng schal not be in vynyerdis; the werk of olyue tre schal lie, and feeldis schulen not brynge mete; a scheep schal be kit awei fro the fold, and droue schal not be in cratchis. BSB BSB: Though the fig tree does not bud and no fruit is on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though the sheep are cut off from the fold and no cattle are in the stalls,
18 WYC Forsothe Y schal haue ioye in the Lord, and Y schal make ioie with outforth in God my Jhesu. BSB BSB: yet I will exult in the LORD; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
19 WYC God the Lord is my strengthe, and he schal putte my feet as of hertis; and on myn hiye thingis, the ouercomere schal lede forth me, syngynge in salmes. BSB BSB: GOD the Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like those of a deer; He makes me walk upon the heights! For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments.