حَبَقُّوق 3
| هَذِهِ صَلاةُ النَّبِيِّ حَبَقُّوقَ: | ١ 1 |
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
| يَا رَبُّ قَدْ بَلَغَنِي مَا فَعَلْتَ فَخِفْتُ يَا رَبُّ، عَمَلَكَ فِي وَسَطِ السِّنِينَ أَحْيِهِ، وَعَرِّفْ بِهِ عَلَى مَرِّ الأَيَّامِ، وَاذْكُرِ الرَّحْمَةَ فِي الْغَضَبِ. | ٢ 2 |
I have heard, Lord, of your fame, I have seen, Lord, your work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy.
| قَدْ أَقْبَلَ اللهُ مِنْ أَدُومَ، وَجَاءَ الْقُدُّوسُ مِنْ جَبَلِ فَارَانَ. غَمَرَ جَلالُهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَامْتَلأَتِ الأَرْضُ مِنْ تَسْبِيحِهِ. | ٣ 3 |
God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendor fills the earth.
| إِنَّ بَهَاءَهُ كَالنُّورِ، وَمِنْ يَدِهِ يُوْمِضُ شُعَاعٌ، وَهُنَاكَ يَحْجُبُ قُوَّتَهُ. | ٤ 4 |
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
| يَتَقَدَّمُهُ وَبَاءٌ، وَالْمَوْتُ يَقْتَفِي خُطَاهُ. | ٥ 5 |
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
| وَقَفَ وَزَلْزَلَ الأَرْضَ، تَفَرَّسَ فَأَرْعَبَ الأُمَمَ، انْدَكَّتِ الْجِبَالُ الأَبَدِيَّةُ وَانْهَارَتِ التِّلالُ الْقَدِيمَةُ، أَمَّا مَسَالِكُهُ فَهِيَ مِنَ الأَزَلِ. | ٦ 6 |
He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. These are his ways from of old.
| لَقَدْ رَأَيْتُ خِيَامَ كُوشَانَ تَنُوءُ تَحْتَ الْبَلِيَّةِ وَمَسَاكِنَ مِدْيَانَ تَرْجُفُ رُعْباً. | ٧ 7 |
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
| هَلْ غَضَبُكَ مُنْصَبٌّ عَلَى الأَنْهَارِ يَا رَبُّ؟ أَعَلَى الأَنْهَارِ احْتَدَمَ سَخَطُكَ؟ أَمْ عَلَى الْبَحْرِ سَكَبْتَ جَامَ غَيْظِكَ، عِنْدَمَا رَكِبْتَ خُيُولَكَ وَمَرْكَبَاتِ ظَفَرِكَ؟ | ٨ 8 |
Is your wrath, Lord, with the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory?
| جَرَّدْتَ قَوْسَكَ وَتَأَهَّبْتَ لإِطْلاقِ سِهَامِكَ الْكَثِيرَةِ، وَشَقَقْتَ الأَرْضَ أَنْهَاراً. | ٩ 9 |
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
| رَأَتْكَ الْجِبَالُ فَارْتَعَدَتْ، وَطَمَتِ الْمِيَاهُ الْهَائِجَةُ. زَأَرَتِ اللُّجَجُ وَارْتَفَعَتْ أَمْوَاجُهَا عَالِيَةً. | ١٠ 10 |
The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
| الْقَمَرُ وَالشَّمْسُ تَوَقَّفَا فِي مَنَازِلِهِمَا أَمَامَ وَمِيضِ سِهَامِكَ الْمُنْدَفِعَةِ وَبَرِيقِ رُمْحِكَ الْمُتَلأْلِئِ. | ١١ 11 |
The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. Your arrows go forth to give light. Your glittering spear is as lightning.
| تَطَأُ الأَرْضَ بَسَخَطٍ، وَبِغَضَبٍ تَدُوسُ الأُمَمَ. | ١٢ 12 |
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
| خَرَجْتَ لِخَلاصِ شَعْبِكَ، لِخَلاصِ مُخْتَارِكَ. هَشَّمْتَ رُؤُوسَ زُعَمَاءِ الْبِلادِ الأَشْرَارِ وَتَرَكْتَهُمْ مَطْرُوحِينَ عُرَاةً مِنَ الْعُنُقِ حَتَّى أَخْمَصِ الْقَدَمِ. | ١٣ 13 |
You go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to neck. (Selah)
| طَعَنْتَ بِرِمَاحِهِ قَائِدَ جَيْشِهِمِ الْمُنْدَفِعِ كَإِعْصَارٍ لِيُشَتِّتَنَا بِابْتِهَاجِ مَنْ يَفْتَرِسُ الْمِسْكِينَ سِرّاً | ١٤ 14 |
You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
| خُضْتَ الْبَحْرَ بِخَيْلِكَ فِي وَسَطِ مِيَاهِهِ الْهَائِجَةِ. | ١٥ 15 |
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
| سَمِعْتُ هَذَا فَتَوَلَّانِي الْفَزَعُ وَارْتَجَفَتْ شَفَتَايَ مِنَ الصَّوْتِ، وَتَسَرَّبَ النَّخْرُ إِلَى عِظَامِي، وَارْتَعَشَتْ قَدَمَايَ. وَلَكِنْ سَأَنْتَظِرُ بِصَبْرٍ يَوْمَ الْبَلِيَّةِ الَّذِي يَحِيقُ بِالأُمَّةِ الَّتِي غَزَتْنَا. | ١٦ 16 |
I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us.
| فَمَعْ أَنَّهُ لَا يُزْهِرُ التِّينُ وَلا يَكُونُ حَمْلٌ فِي الْكُرُومِ يَكْذِبُ عَمَلُ الزَّيْتُونَةِ وَالْحُقُولُ لا تَصْنَعُ طَعَاماً يَنْقَطِعُ الْغَنَمُ مِنَ الْحَظِيرَةِ وَلا بَقَرَ فِي الْمَذَاوِدِ | ١٧ 17 |
Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
| فَإِنِّي أَبْتَهِجُ بِالرَّبِ وَأَفْرَحُ بِإِلَهِ خَلاصِي. | ١٨ 18 |
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
| الرَّبُّ الإِلَهُ هُوَ قُوَّتِي؛ يَجْعَلُ قَدَمَيَّ كَقَدَمَيْ غَزَالٍ، وَيُعِينُنِي عَلَى ارْتِقَاءِ الْمُرْتَفَعَاتِ. إِلَى قَائِدِ الْجَوْقَةِ: تُغَنَّى عَلَى ذَوَاتِ الأَوْتَارِ. | ١٩ 19 |
The Lord God is my strength; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.
