Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, set to Shigionoth.
Ei bøn av profeten Habakuk. Etter Sjigjonot.
2 O Jehovah, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid: O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years; In the midst of the years make it known; In wrath remember mercy.
Herre, eg hev høyrt tidendi um deg, eg er forfærd. Herre, ditt verk - kveik det upp att i desse åri! Kunngjer det i desse åri! Midt i harm kom miskunn i hug!
3 God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, And the earth was full of his praise.
Gud kjem frå Teman, og den Heilage frå Paranfjellet. (Sela) Hans herlegdom tekkjer himmelen, og jordi er full av hans pris.
4 And [his] brightness was as the light; He had rays [coming forth] from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.
Det vert ein glans som av soli, geislar gjeng frå hans sida; der løyner seg hans magt.
5 Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.
Fyre honom gjeng sott, og sykja fylgjer hans fotfar.
6 He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and drove asunder the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered; The everlasting hills did bow; His goings were [as] of old.
Han stoggar, og jordi ristar, han ser, og folki skjelv; dei gamle fjelli sprekk, og ævordoms-haugarne sig i hop. Han fer på vegar frå fordom.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
Kusans tjeldbuder ser eg i vande, tjeldi i Midjanslandet skjelv.
8 Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation?
Logar din harm mot elvar, Herre? Din vreide mot elvarne? Harmast du på havet, sidan du ferast med hestarne dine, med sigervognerne dine?
9 Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a [sure] word. (Selah) Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
Berr, ja berr er bogen din. Svorne er refsingsris i ordet. (Sela) Til elvar kløyver du jordi.
10 The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.
Fjelli ser deg og skjelv, støyteregn sturtar ned, djupet dyn og styn, det lyfter henderne mot høgheim.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.
Sol og måne gjeng inn i sitt hus for skinet frå dine farande piler, for glansen av ditt ljonande spjot.
12 Thou didst march through the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
I harm skrid du fram yver jordi, i vreide trøder du folk under fot.
13 Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. (Selah)
Du dreg ut til frelsa for folket ditt, til frelsa for honom som du salva. Du krasar hovudet på huset åt den gudlause, du gjer grunnen berr alt til halsen. (Sela)
14 Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
Med hans eigne spjot sting du gjenom hovudet på hovdingarne hans som stormar fram, vil spreida meg, som gleder seg som det galdt i løynd å eta ein arming upp.
15 Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.
Du fer yver havet med hestarne dine, det velduge brusande vatnet.
16 I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth 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 that invadeth us.
Eg hev høyrt det, og hjarta skalv. Ved ljoden bivrar lipporne mine, beini morknar i meg, og eg skjelv der eg stend. For eg lyt tolug bia på trengsledagen, til han dreg upp som trengjer folket.
17 For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
For fiketreet blømer ikkje, og vintreet ber ikkje frukt, olje-avlen mislukkast. Og markene ber ikkje mat; sauerne kverv or kvii, og det finst ikkje fe i fjøset.
18 Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Men eg vil frygda meg i Herren, vil gleda meg i Gud som frelser meg.
19 Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds’ [feet], And will make me to walk upon my high places. For the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.
Herren, Herren er min styrke, han gjev meg føter som ei hind og let meg skrida yver mine haugar. Til songmeisteren, med min strengleik.
