Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Rĩrĩ nĩ ihooya rĩa mũnabii Habakuku, rĩa kũinwo ta rwĩmbo.
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.
Atĩrĩrĩ Jehova, nĩnjiguĩte ũhoro wa ngumo yaku, nganyiitwo nĩ guoya nĩ ũndũ wa ciĩko ciaku. Rurumũkia ciĩko ciaku matukũ-inĩ maya maitũ, ũtũme imenyeke matukũ-inĩ maitũ; o na hĩndĩ ĩrĩa ũrĩ mũrakaru, iguanagĩra tha.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Ngai ookire oimĩte Temani, ũcio Mũtheru agĩũka oimĩte Kĩrĩma kĩa Parani. Riiri wake ũkĩhumbĩra igũrũ, naguo ũgooci wake ũkĩiyũra thĩ.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Ũkengi wake wahaanaga ta riũa rĩkĩratha; mĩrũri yahenũkaga kuuma guoko-inĩ gwake, naho hau nĩho hinya wake wahithĩtwo.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Mũthiro nĩguo wamũtongoragia; mũrimũ wa mũthiro ũkamuuma thuutha.
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.
Aarũgamire, agĩthingithia thĩ; agĩcũthĩrĩria agĩtũma ndũrĩrĩ ciinaine. Irĩma cia tene ikĩmumuthũka, natuo tũrĩma twa tene tũkĩmomoka. Mĩthiĩre yake-rĩ, nĩ ya tene na tene.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Nĩndonire andũ arĩa matũũraga hema cia Kushani marĩ na mĩnyamaro, nao arĩa matũũraga Midiani maiyũrĩtwo nĩ ruo rũnene.
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?
Wee Jehova-rĩ, nĩ njũũĩ warakarĩire? Mangʼũrĩ maku-rĩ, nĩ tũrũũĩ mokĩrĩire? Wee-rĩ, wokĩrĩire iria na mangʼũrĩ maku rĩrĩa wahaicĩte mbarathi ciaku na ngaari ciaku cia ũhootani cia ita?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Nĩwarutire ũta waku, ũkĩwoya na igũrũ, na ũgĩĩtia mĩguĩ mĩingĩ. Nayo thĩ ũkĩmĩgayania na njũũĩ;
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
irĩma ciakuonire ikĩĩnyogonda. Kĩguũ kĩa maaĩ nakĩo gĩgĩtherera; maaĩ ma kũrĩa kũriku makĩhũũyũka, na makĩambararia makũmbĩ mamo na igũrũ taarĩ moko.
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.
Riũa na mweri nĩciarũgamire o ro ũguo kũu igũrũ, ciona ũtheri wa mĩguĩ yaku ĩkĩrathũka, na ciona kũhenia gwa itimũ rĩaku rĩkĩmenũka.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Watuĩkanĩirie thĩ na mangʼũrĩ, na ũkĩhũũra ndũrĩrĩ ũrĩ na marakara.
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)
Wokire kũhonokia andũ aku, na ũhonokie ũrĩa waku mũitĩrĩrie maguta. Wahehenjire kĩongo kĩa nyũmba ya waganu, ũkĩmĩtharia nginya itina-inĩ ciayo.
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.
Wamũtheecire mũtwe na itimũ rĩake mwene, rĩrĩa njamba ciake cia ita ciatũtharĩkĩire itũharaganie; cigakenagĩrĩra ta igũtambuura athĩĩni arĩa mehithĩte.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Wee wakinyire iria igũrũ na mbarathi ciaku, ũgĩthuka maaĩ macio maingĩ, magĩtuĩka makũmbĩ manene.
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.
Ndaiguire ũhoro ũcio, ngoro yakwa ĩgĩtumatuuma, nacio iromo ciakwa ikĩinaina nĩ mũgambo ũcio; mahĩndĩ makwa makĩonja, namo magũrũ makwa makĩinaina. No niĩ nĩngweterera ngirĩrĩirie, nginya mũthenya ũrĩa wa kũnyariirĩka ũgaakinya, ũkore rũrĩrĩ rũrĩa rũtũtharĩkagĩra.
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,
Atĩrĩrĩ, o na mũkũyũ ũngĩaga kũruta kĩro, nayo mĩthabibũ yaage thabibũ, o naguo mũtamaiyũ wage maciaro, nayo mĩgũnda yaage irio; o na kũngĩaga ngʼondu gĩcegũ na kwage ngʼombe ciugũ-inĩ-rĩ,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
niĩ no ndĩrĩkenagĩra Jehova, njanjamũkage nĩ ũndũ wa Ngai Mũhonokia wakwa.
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.
Mwathani Jehova nĩwe hinya wakwa, atũmaga magũrũ makwa magĩe ihenya ta magũrũ ma thwariga, nake aahotithagia kũhaica kũrĩa gũtũũgĩru. Kũrĩ mũtongoria wa nyĩmbo. Rwĩmbo rũrũ nĩ rwa kũinwo na inanda cia mũgeeto.
