Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Pravieša Habakuka lūgšana, pēc augstas dziesmas dziedama: Kungs, kad es dzirdēju Tavu slavu, tad es izbijos.
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.
Kungs, tas ir Tavs darbs, izdari to gadiem ritot, gadiem ritot dari to zināmu. Dusmībā piemini žēlastību.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Dievs nāk no Tēmana un tas Svētais no Pārana kalniem. (Sela) Viņa augstība apklāj debesis, un zeme ir pilna Viņa slavas.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Un spožums atspīd kā (saules) gaisma un stari Viņam abējās pusēs, un tur Viņa spēcība slēpjās.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Viņa priekšā iet mēris, un sērga uz viņa pēdām.
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.
Viņš stāv un satrīcina zemi, Viņš skatās un biedina tautas, mūžīgie kalni šķīst, vecu vecie pakalni grimst; Viņš staigā mūžības ceļus.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Es redzēju Moru ļaužu teltis postā un Midijaniešu dzīvokļus drebam.
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?
Vai Tu par upēm esi apskaities, ak Kungs, vai Tev dusmas par ūdeņiem, vai Tev bardzība par jūru, ka Tu brauci ar Saviem zirgiem uz Saviem glābšanas ratiem?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Tavs stops izvilkts spīd, rīkste, vārdos zvērēta (Sela) Zemi Tu skaldi upēs.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Kalni Tevi ierauga, un tiem paliek bail, ūdens plūdi plūst, dziļums kauc, un augsti paceļ savas rokas.
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.
Saule un mēness paliek stāvot savā mājoklī, Tavām bultām šaujoties un spīdot, Taviem šķēpiem spīdot un zibot.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Dusmībā Tu samini zemi, bardzībā Tu sadragā tautas.
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)
Tu izej, glābt Savus ļaudis, glābt Savu svaidīto, Tu satrieci bezdievīgā nama galvu, atsegdams pamatu līdz pat kaklam. (Sela)
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.
Ar viņa paša šķēpiem Tu satrieci viņa karavīru galvu, kas kā vētra nāk, mani izkaisīt, kam prieks, nabagu aprīt slepenībā.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Tu jāji ar saviem zirgiem pa jūru, pa varenu ūdeņu plūdiem.
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.
Kad es to dzirdēju, tad manas iekšas trīcēja, no tās balss drebēja manas lūpas; puveši nāk manos kaulos, es trīcu savā vietā, ka man klusu jāgaida tā bēdu diena, kad celsies pret tiem ļaudīm, kas tos spaidīs.
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,
Ja vīģes koks nezaļos, un augļu nebūs vīna kokam; eļļas koka augums nepiepilda cerības, un tīrumi nenes barību, avis izzudušas no ganībām un lopa nav laidaros.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Bet tomēr es priecāšos iekš Tā Kunga, es līksmošos iekš Dieva, sava Pestītāja.
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.
Tas Kungs Dievs ir mans stiprums, viņš dara man kājas kā stirnām un mani vedīs pa maniem kalniem. - Dziedātāju vadonim uz manām koklēm.
