Habakkuk 1
1 Det Udsagn, Profeten Habakkuk skuede.
The oracle of which Habakkuk the prophet, had vision:
2 Hvor længe skal jeg klage, HERRE, uden du hører, skrige til dig over Vold, uden du frelser?
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 Hvi lader du mig skue Uret, være Vidne til Kvide? Ødelæggelse og Vold har jeg for Øje, der opstod Kiv, og Strid kom op.
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 ligger Loven lammet, og Ret kommer aldrig frem. Thi naar gudløse trænger retfærdige, fremkommer krøget Ret.
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 Se eder om blandt Folkene til Skræk og Rædsel for eder! Thi en Gerning gør han i eders Dage, som I ej vilde tro, om det 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, han vækker Kaldæerne, det grumme og raske Folk, som drager viden om Lande for at indtage andres Bo.
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 Forfærdeligt, frygteligt er det, Ødelæggelse udgaar derfra.
Awful and fearful, is he, —from himself, his decision and his uprising, proceed.
8 Dets Heste er rappere end Pantere, mer viltre end Ulve ved Kvæld; dets Rytterheste kommer i Spring, flyvende langvejs fra. Som Ørnen i Fart efter Føde
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 er de alle paa Vej efter Vold. De higede stadig mod Øst og samlede 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 Med Kongerne drev det Spot, Fyrsterne lo det kun ad. Det lo ad hver en Fæstning, opdynged en Vold og tog 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 Saa suste det videre som Stormen og gjorde sin Kraft til sin 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 fordum HERREN, min hellige Gud? — Vi skal ej dø — HERRE, har du sat ham til Dommer, givet ham Fuldmagt til Straf?
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 Dit rene Blik afskyr ondt, du taaler ej Synet af Kvide; hvi ser du da tavs paa Ransmænd, at gudløs sluger sin Overmand i Retfærd?
[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 Med Mennesker gør du som med Havets Fisk, som med Kryb, der er uden Hersker:
So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, —like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it:
15 Han fisker dem alle med Krog, slæber dem bort i sit Vod og samler dem i sit Garn; derfor er han jublende glad;
All of which, with a hook, one bringeth up, raketh together with his drag, and hath gathered with his net, —
16 han ofrer derfor til sit Vod, tænder Offerild for sit Garn. Ved dem blev hans Del jo fed og kraftig blev hans Føde.
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 Skal han altid tømme sit Vod og slaa Folk ihjel uden Skaansel?
Shall he, on this account, empty his net? And, the continual slaying of nations, deem to be no pity?
