Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Hiche taona hi themgao Habakkuk in lakaija ahin sahdoh ahi.
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
Pakai, nangma chung chang thuhi abonna kana jahsa ahi. Na thilbolho hi kadatmo lheh jengin ahi. Achesa kum ho’a nana bolsa ahi bangin, ka ngaichat dehset petlaitahu hin nei panpi kituvin. Chuleh na lunghan laitah a jong mikhoto them nahina chu geldoh in.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Keiman Pathen chun Edom gal lama patna gamthip ahinjot galkai kamu’n, Paran molchunga kona Mitheng Pachu ahung kamui. Avah emsengsung chun vanthamjol alodimin, chuleh leiset chung hi avahchoinan alodim jengin ahi.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Ahungna chu nisa hung sohdoh bangin akilang jenge. Akhutna konin vah ahung kikhodohin, athaneina kiselna muna kona hungdoh a ahi.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Amasanga amangthah ding ho akijotnun, chule anunglama pulin ahinjuipaijin ahi.
6 He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
Ama adinleh leiset akithingin, avetna ahileh namtin vaipi akihot jenguve. Tonsotna ana um mol ho chu athechehin, chuleh a i-tiha thinglhang anaum ho chu asuchamin ahi. Ama Tonsotna Umpa chu ahi.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Keiman Kushan miho chu lunglhatah a a’umu kamun, chule Median namte jong chu kicha a tijatah a a’umu kamui.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
Pakai, nangman lung hanga twi chu najepma, twipi chu kikhena hija ham? Amaho chunga lunghimoa nahim? Ahipoi, nangin huhhingna sakol kangtalai chu nahin sol ahijo me!
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Nang in nathal le na thalchang koina na livathei chu napeije. Nangman leiset hi vadung twi ho lonna dingin na hongdohin ahi.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Mol ho akivetle akithingin, twi kinong chun amasanglama ahin nuhin ahi. Twi thuh tah chun ahin samdohin, akhut chun Pakai lam ahin sang’e.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
Nisa le lha chu nathalchang ho jangkeija alenna chule natengcha vallihleh chu akipeipet in vanlaijolla ading dentai.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Nangman gamsung chu lunghangin napaltanin, chule chitin namtin chu lunghangin nachotpha tai.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
Na lhenchomte huhdoh dingin, nathaonute huhdohna dingin nakipat dohtai. Nangin migilou luchang chu na noigepin chule alua pat akengtou geijin najep pehtai.
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
Huipi hungnung banga hung kitola, beilamtaha Israel bahgam dinga go chu, nangin ama galvon maman nasumang’e.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Nangman twipi chu nasakolla na paljengin, chule twi thahattah chu sangtahin kiting denin na umsah jeng’e.
16 I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
Hiche thu kajah in kasungil akithing jengin, ka muh jong kichatnan aphusepsupmin, kakengteni jong akihot hotnin, chule kichat tijatnan kakithing jenge. Keiman ka chunguva gal hungbol mipi ho chu vangsetna nasatahin ahinphah dingu nikho chu thipkhencha kanga ahitai.
17 For even though the fig tree does not flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
Theichang phungho jong chu pahdoh hih uhenlang, lengpi guija lengpiga ho umhih hen; Olive phunga thao putdoh tahih jong leh, chuleh loujao hoa ima pou hih henlang chuleh ga sodoh tahih jong uleh; chuleh loujao hoa gancha ho thi’u henlang, ganhing ho jeng jong chu agoh in umu henlang hita jong leh;
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Keima Pakai a kipah nalai ding kahi! Ei huhhingpa Pathenna chu kipahna lai ding kahi!
19 GOD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
Leng vaipo thaneipen Pakai chu ka thahatna ahi! Sa san bangin keng thaneina pen tin, munsang lai laiya jong eichopsah ding ahi. (Zai pipu chun: Hiche taona hi semjang khao tampi tothoa atumginga alamkai ding ahi.)
