Habakkuk 1
1 Det Udsagn, Profeten Habakkuk skuede.
The burden that Habakkuk the prophet hath seen:
2 Hvor længe skal jeg klage, HERRE, uden du hører, skrige til dig over Vold, uden du frelser?
Till when, O Jehovah, have I cried, And Thou dost not hear? I cry unto Thee — 'Violence,' and Thou dost 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.
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, And perversity dost cause to behold? And spoiling and violence [are] before me, And there is strife, and contention doth lift [itself] up,
4 Derfor ligger Loven lammet, og Ret kommer aldrig frem. Thi naar gudløse trænger retfærdige, fremkommer krøget Ret.
Therefore doth law cease, And judgment doth not go forth for ever, For the wicked is compassing the righteous, Therefore wrong judgment goeth forth.
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.
Look ye on nations, and behold and marvel greatly. For a work He is working in your days, Ye do not believe though it is declared.
6 Thi se, han vækker Kaldæerne, det grumme og raske Folk, som drager viden om Lande for at indtage andres Bo.
For, lo, I am raising up the Chaldeans, The bitter and hasty nation, That is going to the broad places of earth, To occupy tabernacles not its own.
7 Forfærdeligt, frygteligt er det, Ødelæggelse udgaar derfra.
Terrible and fearful it [is], From itself its judgment and its excellency go forth.
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
Swifter than leopards have been its horses, And sharper than evening wolves, And increased have its horsemen, Even its horsemen from afar come in, They fly as an eagle, hasting to consume.
9 er de alle paa Vej efter Vold. De higede stadig mod Øst og samlede Fanger som Sand.
Wholly for violence it doth come in, Their faces swallowing up the east wind, And it doth gather as the sand a captivity.
10 Med Kongerne drev det Spot, Fyrsterne lo det kun ad. Det lo ad hver en Fæstning, opdynged en Vold og tog den.
And at kings it doth scoff, And princes [are] a laughter to it, At every fenced place it doth laugh, And it heapeth up dust, and captureth it.
11 Saa suste det videre som Stormen og gjorde sin Kraft til sin Gud.
Then passed on hath the spirit, Yea, he doth transgress, And doth ascribe this his power 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 of old, O Jehovah, my God, my Holy One? We do not die, O Jehovah, For judgment Thou hast appointed it, And, O Rock, for reproof Thou hast founded it.
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?
Purer of eyes than to behold evil, To look on perverseness Thou art not able, Why dost Thou behold the treacherous? Thou keepest silent when the wicked Doth swallow the more righteous than he,
14 Med Mennesker gør du som med Havets Fisk, som med Kryb, der er uden Hersker:
And Thou makest man as fishes of the sea, As a creeping thing — none ruling over him.
15 Han fisker dem alle med Krog, slæber dem bort i sit Vod og samler dem i sit Garn; derfor er han jublende glad;
Each of them with a hook he hath brought up, He doth catch it in his net, and gathereth it in his drag, Therefore he doth joy and rejoice.
16 han ofrer derfor til sit Vod, tænder Offerild for sit Garn. Ved dem blev hans Del jo fed og kraftig blev hans Føde.
Therefore he doth sacrifice to his net, And doth make perfume to his drag, For by them [is] his portion fertile, and his food fat.
17 Skal han altid tømme sit Vod og slaa Folk ihjel uden Skaansel?
Doth he therefore empty his net, And continually to slay nations spare not?
