Habakuk 3
1 Molitva. Od proroka Habakuka. Na način tužbalice.
A PRAYER OF HABACUC THE PROPHET FOR IGNORANCES.
2 Jahve, čuo sam za slavu tvoju, Jahve, tvoje mi djelo ulijeva jezu! Ponovi ga u naše vrijeme! Otkrij ga u naše vrijeme! U gnjevu se svojem smilovanja sjeti!
O Lord, I have heard thy hearing, and was afraid. O Lord, thy work, in the midst of the years bring it to life: In the midst of the years thou shalt make it known: when thou art angry, thou wilt remember mercy.
3 Bog stiže iz Temana, a Svetac s planine Parana! Veličanstvo njegovo zastire nebesa, zemlja mu je puna slave.
God will come from the south, and the holy one from mount Pharan: His glory covered the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise.
4 Sjaj mu je k'o svjetlost, zrake sijevaju iz njegovih ruku, ondje mu se krije (sila)
His brightness shall be as the light; horns are in his hands: There is his strength hid:
5 Kuga pred njim ide, groznica ga sustopice prati.
Death shall go before his face. And the devil shall go forth before his feet.
6 On stane, i zemlja se trese, on pogleda, i dršću narodi. Tad se raspadoše vječne planine, bregovi stari propadoše, njegove su staze od vječnosti.
He stood and measured the earth. He beheld, and melted the nations: and the ancient mountains were crushed to pieces. The hills of the world were bowed down by the journeys of his eternity.
7 Prestrašene vidjeh kušanske šatore, čadore što dršću u zemlji midjanskoj.
I saw the tents of Ethiopia for their iniquity, the curtains of the land of Madian shall be troubled.
8 Jahve, planu li tvoj gnjev na rijeke ili jarost tvoja na more te jezdiš na svojim konjima, na pobjedničkim bojnim kolima?
Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or was thy wrath upon the rivers? or thy indignation in the sea? Who will ride upon thy horses: and thy chariots are salvation.
9 Otkrivaš svoj luk i otrovnim ga strijelama sitiš. Bujicama rasijecaš tlo,
Thou wilt surely take up thy bow: according to the oaths which thou hast spoken to the tribes. Thou wilt divide the rivers of the earth.
10 planine dršću kad te vide, navaljuje oblaka prolom, bezdan diže svoj glas.
The mountains saw thee, and were grieved: the great body of waters passed away. The deep put forth its voice: the deep lifted up its hands.
11 Sunce uvis diže ruke, mjesec u obitavalištu svojem popostaje, pred blijeskom tvojih strijela, pred blistavim sjajem koplja tvoga.
The sun and the moon stood still in their habitation, in the light of thy arrows, they shall go in the brightness of thy glittering spear.
12 Jarosno po zemlji koračaš, srdito gaziš narode.
In thy anger thou wilt tread the earth under foot: in thy wrath thou wilt astonish the nations.
13 Iziđe da spasiš narod svoj, da spasiš svog pomazanika; sori vrh kuće bezbožnikove, ogoli joj temelje do stijene.
Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people: for salvation with thy Christ. Thou struckest the head of the house of the wicked: thou hast laid bare his foundation even to the neck.
14 Kopljima si izbo vođu ratnika njegovih, koji navališe da nas s radošću satru, kao da će potajice proždrijet' ubogoga.
Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.
15 Gaziš po moru s konjima svojim, po pučini silnih voda!
Thou madest a way in the sea for thy horses, in the mud of many waters.
16 Čuo sam! Sva se moja utroba trese, podrhtavaju mi usne na taj zvuk, trulež prodire u kosti moje, noge klecaju poda mnom. Počinut ću kada dan tjeskobni svane narodu što nas sad napada.
I have heard and my bowels were troubled: my lips trembled at the voice. Let rottenness enter into my bones, and swarm under me. That I may rest in the day of tribulation: that I may go up to our people that are girded.
17 Jer smokvino drvo neće više cvasti niti će na lozi biti ploda, maslina će uskratiti rod, polja neće donijeti hrane, ovaca će nestati iz tora, u oborima neće biti ni goveda.
For the fig tree shall not blossom: and there shall be no spring in the vines. The labour of the olive tree shall fail: and the fields shall yield no food: the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls.
18 Ali ja ću se radovati u Jahvi i kliktat ću u Bogu, svojem Spasitelju.
But I will rejoice in the Lord: and I will joy in God my Jesus.
19 Jahve, moj Gospod, moja je snaga, on mi daje noge poput košutinih i vodi me na visine. Zborovođi. Na žičanim glazbalima.
The Lord God is my strength: and he will make my feet like the feet of harts: and he the conqueror will lead me upon my high places singing psalms.
