Habakkuk 3
1 Hiche taona hi themgao Habakkuk in lakaija ahin sahdoh ahi.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
2 Pakai, nangma chung chang thuhi abonna kana jahsa ahi. Na thilbolho hi kadatmo lheh jengin ahi. Achesa kum ho’a nana bolsa ahi bangin, ka ngaichat dehset petlaitahu hin nei panpi kituvin. Chuleh na lunghan laitah a jong mikhoto them nahina chu geldoh in.
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 Keiman Pathen chun Edom gal lama patna gamthip ahinjot galkai kamu’n, Paran molchunga kona Mitheng Pachu ahung kamui. Avah emsengsung chun vanthamjol alodimin, chuleh leiset chung hi avahchoinan alodim jengin ahi.
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.
4 Ahungna chu nisa hung sohdoh bangin akilang jenge. Akhutna konin vah ahung kikhodohin, athaneina kiselna muna kona hungdoh a ahi.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 Amasanga amangthah ding ho akijotnun, chule anunglama pulin ahinjuipaijin ahi.
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
6 Ama adinleh leiset akithingin, avetna ahileh namtin vaipi akihot jenguve. Tonsotna ana um mol ho chu athechehin, chuleh a i-tiha thinglhang anaum ho chu asuchamin ahi. Ama Tonsotna Umpa chu ahi.
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 Keiman Kushan miho chu lunglhatah a a’umu kamun, chule Median namte jong chu kicha a tijatah a a’umu kamui.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
8 Pakai, nangman lung hanga twi chu najepma, twipi chu kikhena hija ham? Amaho chunga lunghimoa nahim? Ahipoi, nangin huhhingna sakol kangtalai chu nahin sol ahijo me!
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 Nang in nathal le na thalchang koina na livathei chu napeije. Nangman leiset hi vadung twi ho lonna dingin na hongdohin ahi.
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Mol ho akivetle akithingin, twi kinong chun amasanglama ahin nuhin ahi. Twi thuh tah chun ahin samdohin, akhut chun Pakai lam ahin sang’e.
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 Nisa le lha chu nathalchang ho jangkeija alenna chule natengcha vallihleh chu akipeipet in vanlaijolla ading dentai.
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 Nangman gamsung chu lunghangin napaltanin, chule chitin namtin chu lunghangin nachotpha tai.
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
13 Na lhenchomte huhdoh dingin, nathaonute huhdohna dingin nakipat dohtai. Nangin migilou luchang chu na noigepin chule alua pat akengtou geijin najep pehtai.
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 Huipi hungnung banga hung kitola, beilamtaha Israel bahgam dinga go chu, nangin ama galvon maman nasumang’e.
You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
15 Nangman twipi chu nasakolla na paljengin, chule twi thahattah chu sangtahin kiting denin na umsah jeng’e.
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
16 Hiche thu kajah in kasungil akithing jengin, ka muh jong kichatnan aphusepsupmin, kakengteni jong akihot hotnin, chule kichat tijatnan kakithing jenge. Keiman ka chunguva gal hungbol mipi ho chu vangsetna nasatahin ahinphah dingu nikho chu thipkhencha kanga ahitai.
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 Theichang phungho jong chu pahdoh hih uhenlang, lengpi guija lengpiga ho umhih hen; Olive phunga thao putdoh tahih jong leh, chuleh loujao hoa ima pou hih henlang chuleh ga sodoh tahih jong uleh; chuleh loujao hoa gancha ho thi’u henlang, ganhing ho jeng jong chu agoh in umu henlang hita jong leh;
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 Keima Pakai a kipah nalai ding kahi! Ei huhhingpa Pathenna chu kipahna lai ding kahi!
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
19 Leng vaipo thaneipen Pakai chu ka thahatna ahi! Sa san bangin keng thaneina pen tin, munsang lai laiya jong eichopsah ding ahi. (Zai pipu chun: Hiche taona hi semjang khao tampi tothoa atumginga alamkai ding ahi.)
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.
