Habakkuk 3
1 Omdamlaa dongah tonghma Habakkuk kah thangthuinah.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
2 BOEIPA aw na olthang ka yaak tih kan hiin coeng. BOEIPA aw na khoboe te kum laklo ah hing sak. Te te kum laklo ah tueng sak. Ngaihmang vaengah haidam lamtah thoelh lah.
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.
3 Pathen tah Teman lamloh, aka Cim tah Paran tlang lamloh pai coeng. (Selah) A mueithennah loh vaan a khuk tih amah koehnah he diklai ah bae.
God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendour fills the earth.
4 A aa he khosae bangla om. A kut lamkah a ki amah taengah om tih a sarhi dongkah thingthungnah la pahoi om.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 A hmai ah duektahaw cet tih a kho dongah hmaino a khuen.
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
6 A pai vaengah diklai tuen, a hmuh vaengah namtom te cungpet. Suen kah tlang rhoek te taekyak uh tih khosuen som khaw tim. Te dongah khosuen kah lambong khaw amah la om coeng.
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.
7 Boethae khuikah Kushan dap rhoek te ka hmuh vaengah Midian kho kah himbaiyan rhoek tlai uh.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
8 BOEIPA aw tuiva taengah na sai nama? Khangnah dongah na marhang, na leng neh na ngol vaengah, na thintoek te tuiva taengla, na thinpom te tuipuei taengah na sah mai.
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?
9 Olhlo bangla na lii te a ah la na yueh tih olkhueh caitueng neh diklai tuiva na phih coeng. (Selah)
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Na hmuh vaengah tlang rhoek kilkul uh tih cingtui tui loh a kawt. Tuidung loh a ol a paek tih a kut te a sang la a thueng.
The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
11 Na thaltang a thui vaengkah vangnah dongah khaw, na caai dongkah rhaek aa dongah khaw khomik neh hla tah a imhmuen ah pai.
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.
12 Kosi dongah diklai na luei sak tih thintoek dongah namtom na til.
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
13 Na pilnam kah khangnah ham khaw, na koelh te khangnah ham khaw na cet coeng. Halang imkhui kah boeilu te na phop tih a khoengim te a rhawn duela na khoel pah. (Selah)
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)
14 A pueng, a pueng kah lu tah a caitueng neh na toeh pah coeng. Amih tah a huephael ah mangdaeng a dolh uh bangla amamih kah kocuknah neh kai taekyak ham thikthuek uh.
You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
15 Na marhang neh tuitunli soah na cawt vaengah tui dongkah lainaeng muep yet.
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
16 Ka yaak vaengah, ka bungko he ol dongah tlai tih, ka hmuilai khaw umya. Ka rhuh khuila keet kun tih, a dang duela ka tlai. Te dongah kaimih aka tloek pilnam soah aka pai ham, citcai hnin ni ka rhing.
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.
17 Thaibu te cuen pawt tih misur dongah cangpai tal coeng. Olive muei loh n'namnah tih, lohmali loh caak khueh pawh. Vongtung lamkah boiva loh n'tuiphih tak tih, saelim ah saelhung khaw tal coeng.
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,
18 Tedae kai tah, BOEIPA rhangneh ka sundaep vetih, kamah daemnah Pathen rhangnen ni ka omngaih eh.
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
19 Yahovah tah, ka Boeipa neh ka thadueng ni. Te dongah ka kho he, sayuk bangla a khueh tih, ka hmuensang ah kai n'cawt sak. Rhotoeng neh aka tingtoeng ham.
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.
