A watchman stands on the ramparts across this 20-verse chapter, waiting for a vision that will not delay before the text turns to a run of woes against plunder, drunkenness, and idols that hold no breath.
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Lyrics
I will stand upon my watch and set me on the rampart I will watch to see what he will speak to me
The LORD answered me and said, Write the vision Make it plain upon tablets that he may run who reads it The vision is yet for an appointed time But at the end it will speak and not lie
Though it tarry, wait for it Because it will surely come, it will not delay
Behold, his soul is puffed up, it is not upright in him But the just shall live by his faith Woe to him that increases that which is not his
How long and he who loads himself with thick clay He will suddenly arise that shall bite him And you will become a spoil for him
Because you have spoiled many nations All the remnant of the people will spoil you Because of men’s blood and the violence of the land
What does the graven image profit That the maker has carved it A molten image and a teacher of lies
The just shall live by his faith Faith sustains the righteous in trial Judgment comes upon the proud and wicked
But the LORD is in his holy temple Let all the earth keep silence before him
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Habakkuk 2 sung by Psalm Selah. The whole Bible, one chapter at a time.