(The breakthrough of Habakkuk's vision)
It will tarry
Wait for it
But I will surely see
The rising of
A righteous God
To set the captives free.
He rolls right o'er
The war-horse rage
The rivers
And the waves
Pays back in full
For robbery
And from the godless saves.
I struggle
With each passing month
I plead, I plod, I pine
How long will evil
Hold the day?
With idols
And with wine?
And who can halt
Momentum dark
Their rape and gluttons' will?
The Lord sees
From His Holy Mount
Let all the earth be still.
And we are chastened
By the blows
Remembering better days
When holy walk
And holy words
Filled each Jew's heart
With praise.
Oh will we ever laugh again
And trust whate'er befall?
The Lord who sanctifies
The meek
Will soon revive us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem