Habakkuk 3
1 En Bøn af Profeten Habakuk; efter Sigjonoth.
A prayer of Habakkuk the Prophet for the ignorances.
2 Herre! jeg har hørt Tidenden om dig, jeg frygter; Herre! din Gerning, kald den til Live midt i Aarene, midt i Aarene kundgøre du den; i Vrede komme du i Hu at være barmhjertig!
O Lord, I haue heard thy voyce, and was afraide: O Lord, reuiue thy worke in the mids of the people, in the mids of the yeeres make it knowen: in wrath remember mercy.
3 Gud kommer fra Theman og den Hellige fra Parans Bjerg. (Sela) Hans Majestæt bedækker Himmelen, og af hans Herlighed fyldes Jorden.
God commeth from Teman, and the holy one from mount Paran, (Selah) His glory couereth the heauens, and the earth is full of his prayse,
4 Og en Glans som Lyset bryder frem, Straaler har han til Siden, og der skjuler han sin Magt.
And his brightnes was as the light: he had hornes comming out of his hands, and there was the hiding of his power.
5 Foran ham gaar Pesten, og efter ham udgaar dræbende Sot.
Before him went the pestilence, and burning coales went forth before his feete.
6 Han træder frem og bringer Jorden til at ryste, han ser til og bringer Folkene til at skælve, og de evige Bjerge briste, de ældgamle Høje synke; hans Tog ere som i fordums Tid.
He stoode and measured the earth: he behelde and dissolued the nations and the euerlasting mountaines were broken, and the ancient hilles did bowe: his wayes are euerlasting.
7 Jeg ser Kusans Telte i Vaande, Telttæpperne i Midians Land ryste.
For his iniquitie I sawe the tentes of Cushan, and the curtaines of the land of Midian did tremble.
8 Er vel din Vrede, o Herre! optændt imod Floderne? din Vrede imod Floderne og din Harme imod Havet? at du saa farer frem paa dine Heste, paa dine Vogne til Frelse.
Was the Lord angry against the riuers? or was thine anger against the floods? or was thy wrath against the sea, that thou diddest ride vpon thine horses? thy charets brought saluation.
9 Din blottede Bue tages frem, med Ed stadfæstede ved Ordet ere Straffens Ris. (Sela) I Strømme kløver du Jorden.
Thy bowe was manifestly reueiled, and the othes of the tribes were a sure worde, (Selah) thou diddest cleaue the earth with riuers.
10 Bjerge se dig, de skælve; Vandstrømme styrte ned, Afgrunden hæver sin Røst, den opløfter sine Hænder imod det høje.
The mountaines sawe thee, and they trembled: the streame of the water passed by: the deepe made a noyse, and lift vp his hand on hie.
11 Sol og Maane træde tilbage i deres Bolig for Lyset af dine Pile, som fare frem, for Glansen af dit Spyds Lyn.
The sunne and moone stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrowes they went, and at the bright shining of thy speares.
12 I Fortørnelse skrider du frem paa Jorden, i Vrede nedtræder du Hedningerne.
Thou trodest downe the land in anger, and didest thresh the heathen in displeasure.
13 Du er dragen ud til dit Folks Frelse, til din Salvedes Frelse; du knuser Hovedet af den ugudeliges Hus, idet du blotter Grundvolden op til Halsen. (Sela)
Thou wentest foorth for the saluation of thy people, euen for saluation with thine Anointed: thou hast wounded the head of the house of the wicked, and discoueredst the foundations vnto the necke, (Selah)
14 Du gennemborer ved hans Spyd Hovederne paa hans Skarer, som storme frem for at adsprede mig, og hvis Glæde var som til at æde den elendige i Skjul.
Thou didest strike thorowe with his owne staues the heades of his villages: they came out as a whirle winde to scatter me: their reioycing was as to deuoure the poore secretly.
15 Du drager igennem Havet paa dine Heste, igennem de mange Vandes Hob.
Thou didest walke in the sea with thine horses vpon the heape of great waters.
16 Jeg har hørt det, og mit Indre bævede, ved Røsten dirrede mine Læber, der kommer Skørhed i mine Ben, og jeg ryster, hvor jeg staar, fordi jeg skal være rolig til Nødens Dag, indtil han, som med en Skare skal angribe Folket, drager op imod det.
When I heard, my bellie trembled: my lippes shooke at the voyce: rottennesse entred into my bones, and I trembled in my selfe, that I might rest in the day of trouble: for whe he commeth vp vnto the people, he shall destroy them.
17 Thi Figentræet skal ikke blomstre, og der er ingen Afgrøde paa Vintræerne, Olietræets Frugt slaar fejl, og Markerne give ikke Spise; Faarene ere revne bort fra Folden, og der er ingen Øksne i Staldene.
For the figtree shall not flourish, neither shall fruite be in the vines: the labour of the oliue shall faile, and the fieldes shall yeelde no meate: the sheepe shalbe cut off from the folde, and there shalbe no bullocke in the stalles.
18 Men jeg vil glæde mig i Herren; jeg vil fryde mig i min Frelses Gud.
But I will reioyce in the Lord: I will ioy in the God of my saluation.
19 Den Herre, Herre er min Styrke, og han gør mine Fødder som Hindernes og lader mig skride frem over mine Høje. Til Sangmesteren; med min Strengeleg.
The Lord God is my strength: hee will make my feete like hindes feete, and he will make me to walke vpon mine hie places. To the chiefe singer on Neginothai.
