< Habakkuk 3 >

1 En Bøn af Profeten Habakuk; efter Sigjonoth.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on shiggionoth.
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 Yahweh I have heard report your I fear O Yahweh work your in [the] midst of years restore it in [the] midst of years you will make [it] known in wrath to have compassion you will remember.
3 Gud kommer fra Theman og den Hellige fra Parans Bjerg. (Sela) Hans Majestæt bedækker Himmelen, og af hans Herlighed fyldes Jorden.
God from Teman he comes and [the] holy [one] from [the] mountain of Paran (Selah) it has covered [the] heavens splendor his and praise his it has filled the earth.
4 Og en Glans som Lyset bryder frem, Straaler har han til Siden, og der skjuler han sin Magt.
And brightness like the light it is two horns from hand his [belong] to him and [is] there [the] hiding place of (strength his. *Q(K)*)
5 Foran ham gaar Pesten, og efter ham udgaar dræbende Sot.
Before him it goes pestilence so it may go out lightning to feet his.
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 stood - and he shook [the] earth he has seen and he has made jump nations and they have been shattered mountains of antiquity they have bowed down hills of antiquity ways of antiquity [belong] to him.
7 Jeg ser Kusans Telte i Vaande, Telttæpperne i Midians Land ryste.
Under trouble I have seen [the] tents of Cushan they tremble! [the] tent curtains of [the] land of Midian.
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.
¿ On rivers has it burned O Yahweh or? on the rivers [is] anger your or? on the sea [is] fury your that you will ride on horses your chariots your salvation.
9 Din blottede Bue tages frem, med Ed stadfæstede ved Ordet ere Straffens Ris. (Sela) I Strømme kløver du Jorden.
Bareness it is made bare bow your oaths of arrows a word (Selah) rivers you split open [the] earth.
10 Bjerge se dig, de skælve; Vandstrømme styrte ned, Afgrunden hæver sin Røst, den opløfter sine Hænder imod det høje.
They have seen you they writhe mountains a downpour of water it has passed over it has given forth [the] deep voice its height hands its it has lifted.
11 Sol og Maane træde tilbage i deres Bolig for Lyset af dine Pile, som fare frem, for Glansen af dit Spyds Lyn.
Sun moon it has stood still a lofty abode to light arrows your they go to brightness [the] lightning flash of spear your.
12 I Fortørnelse skrider du frem paa Jorden, i Vrede nedtræder du Hedningerne.
In indignation you march [the] earth in anger you trample down nations.
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)
You have gone out for [the] salvation of people your for [the] salvation anointed your you have shattered [the] chief from [the] house of [the] wicked you have laid bare foundation[s] to neck (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.
You pierced with own arrows his [the] head of (warriors his *Q(K)*) they storm to scatter me exultation their [was] like to devour [the] afflicted in the secret place.
15 Du drager igennem Havet paa dine Heste, igennem de mange Vandes Hob.
You trod on the sea horses your a heap of waters many.
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.
I heard - and it trembled belly my to [the] sound they quivered lips my it came rottenness in bones my and under me I trembled that I will be quiet for [the] day of trouble to come up to [the] people [which] attacks us it.
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] fig tree not it buds and there not [is] produce on the vines it fails [the] product of [the] olive tree and fields not it produces food someone cuts off from [the] fold [the] flock and not cattle [is] in the stalls.
18 Men jeg vil glæde mig i Herren; jeg vil fryde mig i min Frelses Gud.
And I in Yahweh I will exult I will rejoice in [the] God of salvation my.
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.
(Yahweh *L(abh)*) [the] Lord [is] strength my and he makes feet my like does and on high places my he makes tread me to the choirmaster with stringed instruments my.

< Habakkuk 3 >