Habakkuk 1
1 Profetien, som Habakuk, Profeten, har skuet.
The oracle of which Habakkuk the prophet, had vision:
2 Hvor længe, Herre! har jeg dog raabt, og du vil ikke høre! jeg raaber til dig over Vold, og du vil ikke frelse.
How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?
3 Hvorfor lader du mig skue Uret og ser selv paa Jammer? Ødelæggelse og Vold er for mit Ansigt, og der kom Trætte, og Kiv rejser sig.
Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, —and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold?
4 Derfor er Lov magtesløs, og Ret kommer aldrig frem; thi de ugudelige omringe den retfærdige, derfor kommer Retten forvendt ud.
For which cause, benumbed is the law, and there is never any going forth of justice, —for, the lawless, doth circumvent the righteous, for which cause, justice doth go forth perverted?
5 Ser ud iblandt Hedningerne, og skuer; forundrer eder, og vorder forundrede; thi jeg gør en Gerning i eders Dage, I vilde ikke tro den, naar den fortaltes.
Behold ye, among the nations, and look around, Yea stand stock still—stare, —for, a work, is being wrought in your days, ye will not believe, when it is recounted.
6 Thi se, jeg opvækker Kaldæerne, et barsk og hastigt Folk, som farer frem, saa vidt som Jorden naar, for at tage Boliger til Eje, som ikke høre det til.
For, behold me! raising up the Chaldeans, the bitter and headlong nation, —that marcheth to the breadths of the earth, to take possession of habitations, not his.
7 Frygteligt og forfærdeligt er det; fra det gaar dets Ret og Overhøjhed ud.
Awful and fearful, is he, —from himself, his decision and his uprising, proceed.
8 Og dets Heste ere lettere end Pardere og hidsigere end Ulve om Aftenen, og dets Ryttere brede sig ud, ja, dets Ryttere komme langt borte fra, de flyve som en Ørn, der haster efter Æde.
Then, swifter than leopards, are his horses, and, more sharply they attack, than evening wolves, and forward have leapt his chargers, —Yea, his chargers, from afar, will come in, they will fly as an eagle hath hastened to devour.
9 Alle til Hobe komme de til Voldsdaad, deres Ansigters Higen er fremad, og det samler Fanger som Sand.
Solely for violence, will he come, the intent of their faces, is—To the east! And he hath gathered, as the sand, a captive host;
10 Og det spotter Konger, og Fyrster ere til Latter for det; det ler ad hver Befæstning, saa det dynger Støv op og indtager den.
And, he, over kings, will make merry, and, nobles, will be a scorn to him: he, at any fortress, will laugh, once he hath heaped up dust, he hath captured it!
11 Da farer det frem som en Stormvind og drager videre, saa at det paadrager sig Skyld; denne dets Kraft bliver til dets Gud.
Then, hath he become arrogant in spirit, and hath committed excess, and so is guilty, —this his violence, is due to his god.
12 Er du ikke fra fordums Tid Herren, min Gud, min Hellige! vi skulle ikke dø; Herre! du har sat det til Dom; o Klippe! du har grundfæstet det til at straffe os.
Art not, thou, from of old, O Yahweh, my God, my Holy One? Thou diest not! O Yahweh, to judgment, hast thou appointed him, and, O Rock, to correction, hast thou devoted him:
13 Du, som er ren af Øjne, saa at du ikke kan se paa ondt og ikke formaar at skue Jammer, hvorfor skuer du hen til de troløse, hvorfor tier du, naar den ugudelige opsluger den, som er retfærdigere end han?
[Thou] whose eyes are too pure to look with approval on wrong, to respect oppression, canst not endure, —Wherefore, shouldst thou respect the treacherous? Be silent, when the lawless, swalloweth up, one more righteous than he?
14 Du gjorde da Menneskene som Fiske i Havet, som Krybet, der ingen Herre har.
So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, —like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it:
15 Han drager dem alle sammen op med Krog, samler dem i sin Vod og sanker dem i sit Garn; derover glæder og fryder han sig.
All of which, with a hook, one bringeth up, raketh together with his drag, and hath gathered with his net, —
16 Derfor ofrer han til sin Vod og bringer Røgoffer til sit Garn; thi ved dem er hans Del fed, og hans Mad er det fede.
On which account, he is glad and exulteth: on which account, he sacrificeth to his Net, and burneth incense to his Drag; because, thereby, rich, is his portion, and his food—fatness!
17 Mon han derfor skal tømme sin Vod og altid slaa Folk ihjel uden Skaansel?
Shall he, on this account, empty his net? And, the continual slaying of nations, deem to be no pity?
