Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth:
Pravieša Habakuka lūgšana, pēc augstas dziesmas dziedama: Kungs, kad es dzirdēju Tavu slavu, tad es izbijos.
2 O LORD, I have heard the report of You; I stand in awe, O LORD, of Your deeds. Revive them in these years; make them known in these years. In Your wrath, remember mercy!
Kungs, tas ir Tavs darbs, izdari to gadiem ritot, gadiem ritot dari to zināmu. Dusmībā piemini žēlastību.
3 God came from Teman, and 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 radiance was like the sunlight; rays flashed 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 fever followed in His steps.
Viņa priekšā iet mēris, un sērga uz viņa pēdām.
6 He stood and measured the earth; He looked and startled the nations; the ancient mountains crumbled; the perpetual hills collapsed. His ways are everlasting.
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 distress; the curtains of Midian were trembling.
Es redzēju Moru ļaužu teltis postā un Midijaniešu dzīvokļus drebam.
8 Were You angry at the rivers, O LORD? Was Your wrath against the streams? Did You rage against the sea when 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 brandished Your bow; You called for many 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 quaked; torrents of water swept by. The deep roared with its voice and lifted its hands on high.
Kalni Tevi ierauga, un tiem paliek bail, ūdens plūdi plūst, dziļums kauc, un augsti paceļ savas rokas.
11 Sun and moon stood still in their places at the flash of Your flying arrows, at the brightness of Your shining spear.
Saule un mēness paliek stāvot savā mājoklī, Tavām bultām šaujoties un spīdot, Taviem šķēpiem spīdot un zibot.
12 You marched across the earth with fury; You threshed the nations in wrath.
Dusmībā Tu samini zemi, bardzībā Tu sadragā tautas.
13 You went forth for the salvation of Your people, to save Your anointed. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked and stripped him from head to toe.
Tu izej, glābt Savus ļaudis, glābt Savu svaidīto, Tu satrieci bezdievīgā nama galvu, atsegdams pamatu līdz pat kaklam. (Sela)
14 With his own spear You pierced his head, when his warriors stormed out to scatter us, gloating as though ready to secretly devour the weak.
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 the great waters.
Tu jāji ar saviem zirgiem pa jūru, pa varenu ūdeņu plūdiem.
16 I heard and trembled within; my lips quivered at the sound. Decay entered my bones; I trembled where I stood. Yet I must wait patiently for the day of distress to come upon 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 Though the fig tree does not bud and no fruit is on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though the sheep are cut off from the fold and no cattle are 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 exult in the LORD; I will rejoice 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 those of a deer; He makes me walk upon the heights!
Tas Kungs Dievs ir mans stiprums, viņš dara man kājas kā stirnām un mani vedīs pa maniem kalniem. - Dziedātāju vadonim uz manām koklēm.
