Habakkuk 1
1 Det Udsagn, Profeten Habakkuk skuede.
This is the message that Habakkuk saw in vision.
2 Hvor længe skal jeg klage, HERRE, uden du hører, skrige til dig over Vold, uden du frelser?
Lord, how long do I have to cry out for help and you don't listen? I cry out, “Violence!” but you don't save us from it.
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 do you force me to see this wickedness and suffering? Why do you just observe such destruction and violence? Arguments and fighting happen right in front of me!
4 Derfor ligger Loven lammet, og Ret kommer aldrig frem. Thi når gudløse trænger retfærdige, fremkommer krøget Ret.
As a result the law is paralyzed, and justice never wins. The wicked crowd out those who do right so that the course of justice is 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.
Look around at the nations, watch and be surprised and amazed. Something is going to happen in your time that you wouldn't believe even if you were told.
6 Thi se, han vækker Kaldæerne, det grumme og raske Folk, som drager viden om Lande for at indtage andres Bo.
Watch! I am raising up the Babylonians, a cruel and brutal people who will march across the world to seize other lands.
7 Forfærdeligt, frygteligt er det, Ødelæggelse udgår derfra.
They are fearsome and terrifying, and so proud of themselves that they set their own rules.
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
Their horses are faster than leopards and fiercer than hungry wolves. Their cavalry charges, racing in from far away. Like eagles, they swoop down to eat their prey.
9 er de alle på Vej efter Vold. De higede stadig mod Øst og samlede Fanger som Sand.
Here they come, all intent on violence. Their armies advance in frontal assault as rapidly as the desert wind, capturing so many prisoners they are like sand.
10 Med Kongerne drev det Spot, Fyrsterne lo det kun ad. Det lo ad hver en Fæstning, opdynged en Vold og tog den.
They mock kings and scoff at rulers. They laugh in scorn at fortresses—they pile up earth ramps and capture them.
11 Så suste det videre som Stormen og gjorde sin Kraft til sin Gud.
Then they sweep on by like the wind and are gone. They are guilty because their own strength is their 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?
Haven't you existed from eternity past? You are Lord my God, my Holy One, you do not die. Lord, you appointed them to execute judgment; God our Rock, you sent them to punish us.
13 Dit rene Blik afskyr ondt, du tåler ej Synet af Kvide; hvi ser du da tavs på Ransmænd, at gudløs sluger sin Overmand i Retfærd?
Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil; you cannot stand the sight of wrong. So why do you put up with untrustworthy people? Why are you silent when the wicked destroy those who do less evil than they do?
14 Med Mennesker gør du som med Havets Fisk, som med Kryb, der er uden Hersker:
You make people become like fish in the sea, or like crawling insects, that have no ruler.
15 Han fisker dem alle med Krog, slæber dem bort i sit Vod og samler dem i sit Garn; derfor er han jublende glad;
They drag everyone up with hooks, they pull them out with nets, catching them in dragnets. Then they happily celebrate.
16 han ofrer derfor til sit Vod, tænder Offerild for sit Garn. Ved dem blev bans Del jo fed og kraftig blev hans Føde.
They worship their nets as if they were gods, making sacrifices and burning incense to them, because by their nets they live in luxury, eating rich food.
17 Skal han altid tømme sit Vod og slå Folk ihjel uden Skånsel?
Will they keep on unsheathing their swords forever, killing nations without mercy?
