Habakuk 3
1 Lemo mane Habakuk janabi olamo e dwond Shigionot ema:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
2 Jehova Nyasaye, asewinjo humbi; achungʼ e nyimi ka an-gi luoro kuom gik misetimo, yaye Jehova Nyasaye. Mad itimgi kendo e kindewa, mi gingʼere e ndalowani; ka in gi mirima to mad ipar ngʼwono.
O YHWH, I heard your report, I have been afraid, O YHWH, Your work! In midst of years revive it, In the midst of years You make known, In anger You remember mercy.
3 Nyasaye nobiro koa Teman, Nyasaye Maler moa e got mar Paran. (Sela) Duongʼne noumo polo, kendo pakne nopongʼo piny.
God comes from Teman, The Holy One from Mount Paran. (Pause) His splendor has covered the heavens, And His praise has filled the earth.
4 Berne ne chalo kawuok chiengʼ; kendo ler ne mil ka wuok e lwete, kama tekone opandie.
And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
5 Masira mar tuoche notelo e nyime; to midekre noluwe.
Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
6 Ne ochungʼ kendo noyiengo piny, ne ongʼicho mi ogendini otetni. Gode machon nomukore kendo gode matindo manyaka nene bende nopodho. Yorene osiko manyaka chiengʼ.
He has stood, and He measures earth, He has seen, and He shakes off nations, And mountains of antiquity scatter themselves, The hills of old have bowed, The ways of old [are] His.
7 Ne aneno hemb jo-Kushan ka nigi chandruok, kuonde dak mag jo-Midian nigi kihondko.
Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 Mirima nomaki gi aore, yaye Jehova Nyasaye? Koso mirima nomaki gi aore matindo? Koso ne ikecho gi nam kane iidho farese, ma en gachi mar loch?
Has YHWH been angry against rivers? Against rivers [is] Your anger? [Is] Your wrath against the sea? For You ride on Your horses—Your chariots of salvation.
9 Isechiko atungʼ mari, kendo iluongo mondo omedi aserni mangʼeny. (Sela) Ipogo piny gi aore,
You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
10 gode ne oneni ma otetni giluoro; oula nomwomo karidore. Kude matut bende mor matek; apaka ne tingʼore malo.
Seen You—pained are mountains, An inundation of waters has passed over, The deep has given forth its voice, It has lifted up its hands high.
11 Wangʼ chiengʼ gi dwe nochungʼ kargi e kor polo ka gineno asernigi mibayo; ka mil polo machalo tongʼ mobaa.
Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
12 E mirimbi ne iwuotho e piny duto, to kuom mirimbi ne inyono ogendini.
In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
13 Ne ibiro mondo ires jogi, mondo iwar ngʼatno mowal. Ne inyono jatend piny richo, ne ilonye duk koa e tiende piny nyaka e wiye. (Sela)
You have gone forth for the salvation of Your people, For salvation with Your Anointed, You have struck the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation to the neck. (Pause)
14 Gi tonge owuon isechwoyo wiye, kane jolwenje omonjowa mondo gikewa, ka gin gi ilo ka gima gichiegni tieko joma onge gi nyalo kama ne giponde.
You have pierced the head of his leaders with his own rods, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
15 To ne inyono nam gi faresegi, ka iduwo pi.
You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
16 Ne awinjo ma chunya noridore, dhoga nomoko kane awinjo kokono; chokena nonyosore kendo tiendena notetni. To kata kamano abiro rito ka ahora ni odiechieng masira mabiro mako oganda ma monjowa chopi.
I have heard, and my belly trembles, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness comes into my bones, And in my place I tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcomes it.
17 Kata obedo ni yadh ngʼowu ok nyal thiewo bende kata obedo ni onge olemo ewi yadh zeituni, kata obedo ni yadh mzabibu ok nyag olemo bende kata obedo ni puothe ok nyag cham, kendo kata obedo ni rombe orumo e abila mi dhok bende orumo duto e dipo,
Though the fig tree does not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, The work of the olive has failed, And fields have not yielded food, The flock has been cut off from the fold, And there is no herd in the stalls,
18 to kata kamano pod abiro bedo gi ilo kuom Jehova Nyasaye, kendo abiro bedo mamor kuom Nyasaye ma Jawarna.
Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto e tekona; en ema omiyo tienda bedo mayot ka tiend mwanda, en ema omiyo awuotho kuonde motingʼore malo. Ne jatend wer. E thuma mar kamba.
YHWH the Lord [is] my strength, And He makes my feet like does, And causes me to tread on my high-places. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
