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Habakkuk

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1 I will stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tow­er, and will watch to see what he will say unto me, and what I shall an­swer when I am re­proved. 2 And the LORD an­swered me, and said, Write the vi­sion, and make it plain upon ta­bles, that he may run that read­eth it. 3 For the vi­sion is yet for an ap­point­ed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tar­ry, wait for it; be­cause it will sure­ly come, it will not tar­ry. 4 Be­hold, his soul which is lift­ed up is not up­right in him: but the just shall live by his faith. 5 Yea al­so, be­cause he trans­gres­seth by wine, he is a proud man, nei­ther keep­eth at home, who en­largeth his de­sire as hell, and is as death, and can­not be sat­is­fied, but gath­ereth unto him all na­tions, and heapeth unto him all peo­ple: 6 Shall not all these take up a para­ble against him, and a taunt­ing proverb against him, and say, Woe to him that in­creaseth that which is not his! how long? and to him that ladeth him­self with thick clay! 7 Shall they not rise up sud­den­ly that shall bite thee, and awake that shall vex thee, and thou shalt be for booties unto them? 8 Be­cause thou hast spoiled many na­tions, all the rem­nant of the peo­ple shall spoil thee; be­cause of men's blood, and for the vi­o­lence of the land, of the city, and of all that dwell there­in. 9 Woe to him that cov­eteth an evil cov­etous­ness to his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be de­liv­ered from the pow­er of evil! 10 Thou hast con­sult­ed shame to thy house by cut­ting off many peo­ple, and hast sinned against thy soul. 11 For the stone shall cry out of the wall, and the beam out of the tim­ber shall an­swer it. 12 Woe to him that buildeth a town with blood, and sta­b­lisheth a city by in­iq­ui­ty! 13 Be­hold, is it not of the LORD of hosts that the peo­ple shall labour in the very fire, and the peo­ple shall weary them­selves for very van­i­ty? 14 For the earth shall be filled with the knowl­edge of the glo­ry of the LORD, as the wa­ters cov­er the sea. 15 Woe unto him that giveth his neigh­bour drink, that puttest thy bot­tle to him, and mak­est him drunk­en al­so, that thou mayest look on their naked­ness! 16 Thou art filled with shame for glo­ry: drink thou al­so, and let thy fore­skin be un­cov­ered: the cup of the LORD'S right hand shall be turned unto thee, and shame­ful spew­ing shall be on thy glo­ry. 17 For the vi­o­lence of Lebanon shall cov­er thee, and the spoil of beasts, which made them afraid, be­cause of men's blood, and for the vi­o­lence of the land, of the city, and of all that dwell there­in. 18 What prof­iteth the graven im­age that the mak­er there­of hath graven it; the molten im­age, and a teach­er of lies, that the mak­er of his work trusteth there­in, to make dumb idols? 19 Woe unto him that saith to the wood, Awake; to the dumb stone, Arise, it shall teach! Be­hold, it is laid over with gold and sil­ver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it. 20 But the LORD is in his holy tem­ple: let all the earth keep si­lence be­fore him.