Habakkuk 1
1 This is the burden that Habakkuk the prophet received in a vision:
Ty entañe nioni’ i Kabakòke mpitoky.
2 How long, O LORD, must I call for help but You do not hear, or cry out to You, “Violence!” but You do not save?
O ry Iehovà, pak’ombia ty hitoreovako, Ihe tsy mijanjiñeo? naho ipoñafako feo, ami’ty hoe: Varata! Tsy rombahe’o!
3 Why do You make me see iniquity? Why do You tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me. Strife is ongoing, and conflict abounds.
Ino ty ampahaisaha’o ahy o tsy fanjofahañeo, naho ampandrendreha’o ty halonjerañe, naho ty harotsahañe, vaho ty halò-tserehañe aoloko ey? eo ka o mpiolao naho o mpandietseo.
4 Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never goes forth. For the wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted.
Aa le repake t’i Hake, vaho tsy miboake ho vantañe o zakao; fa arikoboña’ o tsivokatseo o vañoñeo, aa le zaka vìlañe avao ty mandeha.
5 “Look at the nations and observe— be utterly astounded! For I am doing a work in your days that you would never believe even if someone told you.
Sambao o kilakila’ ondatio, le maharendreha naho mañaraharà, Ilatsao fa hanoeñe amo andro’ areoo ty fitoloñañe tsy hiantofa’ areo, ndra t’ie italilañe.
6 For behold, I am raising up the Chaldeans — that ruthless and impetuous nation which marches through the breadth of the earth to seize dwellings not their own.
Inao! te hampitroareko o nte-Kasdìo, i fifeheañe mafaitse naho malìsay, o hangovovoke hitsaha’e i tane bey heneheneio hitavana’e o akiba tsy a iareoo.
7 They are dreaded and feared; from themselves they derive justice and sovereignty.
Ie mampangebahebake naho mampirevendreveñe; miboak’ am-bata’e ty hionjona’ ty zaka naho ty enge’e.
8 Their horses are swifter than leopards, fiercer than wolves of the night. Their horsemen charge ahead, and their cavalry comes from afar. They fly like a vulture, swooping down to devour.
Masika te amo farasio o soavala’eo, ie maola te amo amboa-hako an-kaleñeo, mitsapiotsapioke o mpiningitseo, boake tsietoitane añe o mpiningi’eo; miherereake hoe hondria malisa t’ie hanao revozeake.
9 All of them come bent on violence; their hordes advance like the east wind; they gather prisoners like sand.
Fonga hihofike mb’eo am-bodongero’e o azeo, miatre-daharañe manahake i tiok’ atiñanañey hanontom-pirohy hoe faseñe.
10 They scoff at kings and make rulers an object of scorn. They laugh at every fortress and build up siege ramps to seize it.
Ie mpanivetive mpanjaka, inje’ iareo o roandriañeo, itohafa’ iareo ze rova fatratse, ampirampia’ iereo tane le mitavañe.
11 Then they sweep by like the wind and pass on through. They are guilty; their own strength is their god.”
Mihelañe hoe tioke ty arofo’iareo, fa voa hakeo, amy te samposampo’e ty haozara’e.
12 Are You not from everlasting, O LORD, my God, my Holy One? We will not die. O LORD, You have appointed them to execute judgment; O Rock, You have established them for correction.
Tsy taolo’ ty atao andro hao irehe ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko masiñe? tsy ho mongotse zahay. Ry Iehovà, toe tinendre’o ho zakaeñe re, Ihe Lamilamy, ro nañory aze ho liloveñe.
13 Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil, and You cannot tolerate wrongdoing. So why do You tolerate the faithless? Why are You silent while the wicked swallow up those more righteous than themselves?
Amam-pihaino mikotritriake irehe, tsy mañeva azo ty hivazoho haratiañe; tsy mete mioniñe hatsivokarañe; akore te metea’o o mañoho-dozao? Ihe mianjiñe avao, t’ie abotse’ i lo-tserekey t’indaty vantañe te ama’e;
14 You have made men like the fish of the sea, like creeping things that have no ruler.
Ie anoe’o hoe fian-driake ondatio, hoe raha milalilaly tsy amam-pifehe.
15 The foe pulls all of them up with a hook; he catches them in his dragnet, and gathers them in his fishing net; so he rejoices gladly.
Fonga tarihe’e am-porengotse, kozozote’e an-karato, naho manontoñe an-jarifa, vaho mirebeke am-pitreñañe,
16 Therefore he sacrifices to his dragnet and burns incense to his fishing net, for by these things his portion is sumptuous and his food is rich.
Misoroñe amo harato’eo, naho mañemboke amo jarifa’eo, amy t’ie ro mahavondrake ty anjara’e, naho mahatobàke o mahakama’eo.
17 Will he, therefore, empty his net and continue to slay nations without mercy?
Aa ho koahe’e hao o harato’eo? ho zamane’e nainai’e hao o fifeheañeo fa tsy hanisa?
