King James VersionHabakkuk1


1 The bur­den which Habakkuk the prophet did see. 2 O LORD, how long shall I cry, and thou wilt not hear! even cry out unto thee of vi­o­lence, and thou wilt not save! 3 Why dost thou shew me in­iq­ui­ty, and cause me to be­hold grievance? for spoil­ing and vi­o­lence are be­fore me: and there are that raise up strife and con­tention. 4 There­fore the law is slacked, and judg­ment doth nev­er go forth: for the wicked doth com­pass about the righ­teous; there­fore wrong judg­ment pro­ceedeth. 5 Be­hold ye among the hea­then, and re­gard, and won­der mar­vel­lous­ly: for I will work a work in your days, which ye will not be­lieve, though it be told you. 6 For, lo, I raise up the Chaldeans, that bit­ter and hasty na­tion, which shall march through the breadth of the land, to pos­sess the dwelling­places that are not theirs. 7 They are ter­ri­ble and dread­ful: their judg­ment and their dig­ni­ty shall pro­ceed of them­selves. 8 Their hors­es also are swifter than the leop­ards, and are more fierce than the evening wolves: and their horse­men shall spread them­selves, and their horse­men shall come from far; they shall fly as the ea­gle that hasteth to eat. 9 They shall come all for vi­o­lence: their faces shall sup up as the east wind, and they shall gath­er the cap­tiv­i­ty as the sand. 10 And they shall scoff at the kings, and the princes shall be a scorn unto them: they shall de­ride ev­ery strong hold; for they shall heap dust, and take it. 11 Then shall his mind change, and he shall pass over, and of­fend, imputing this his pow­er unto his god. 12 Art thou not from ev­er­last­ing, O LORD my God, mine Holy One? we shall not die. O LORD, thou hast or­dained them for judg­ment; and, O mighty God, thou hast es­tab­lished them for cor­rec­tion. 13 Thou art of pur­er eyes than to be­hold evil, and canst not look on in­iq­ui­ty: where­fore look­est thou upon them that deal treach­er­ous­ly, and hold­est thy tongue when the wicked de­voureth the man that is more righ­teous than he? 14 And mak­est men as the fish­es of the sea, as the creep­ing things, that have no ruler over them? 15 They take up all of them with the an­gle, they catch them in their net, and gath­er them in their drag: there­fore they re­joice and are glad. 16 There­fore they sac­ri­fice unto their net, and burn in­cense unto their drag; be­cause by them their por­tion is fat, and their meat plen­teous. 17 Shall they there­fore emp­ty their net, and not spare con­tin­u­al­ly to slay the na­tions?