Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to Shigionoth:
Okusaba kwa nnabbi Kaabakuuku, okw’Ekisigiyonosi.
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!
Ayi Mukama, mpulidde ebigambo byo; mpulidde ettutumu lyo Ayi Mukama, ne ntya. Bizze buggya mu nnaku zaffe, bimanyise mu biro bino, era mu busungu jjukira okusaasira.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and His praise filled the earth.
Katonda yajja ng’ava e Temani, Omutukuvu oyo ng’ava ku lusozi Palani. Ekitiibwa kye kyatimbibwa ku ggulu, ensi n’eryoka ejjula ettendo lye.
4 His radiance was like the sunlight; rays flashed from His hand, where His power is hidden.
Okumasamasa kwe ne kulyoka kubeera ng’enjuba evaayo. Ebimyanso byayakanga okuva mu mukono gwe, era omwo mwe mwasinziiranga amaanyi ge ag’ekitalo.
5 Plague went before Him, and fever followed in His steps.
Kawumpuli ye yakulembera, Endwadde endala zinaamutta ne zigoberera.
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.
Yayimirira n’anyeenyanyeenya ensi; Yatunula n’akankanya amawanga. Ensozi ez’edda za merenguka, obusozi obw’edda ne buggwaawo. Engeri ze, za mirembe na mirembe.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in distress; the curtains of Midian were trembling.
Nalaba eweema z’e Kusani nga ziri mu nnaku: n’entimbe ez’ensi ya Midiyaani nga zijugumira.
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?
Ayi Mukama, wanyiigira emigga? Obusungu bwo bwali ku bugga obutono? Wanyiigira ennyanja bwe weebagala embalaasi zo, n’olinnya ku magaali go ag’obuwanguzi?
9 You brandished Your bow; You called for many arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Wasowolayo akasaale ko, wategeka okulasa obusaale; ensi n’ogyawulayawulamu n’emigga.
10 The mountains saw You and quaked; torrents of water swept by. The deep roared with its voice and lifted its hands on high.
Ensozi zaakulaba, ne zeenyogootola; Amataba ne gayitawo mbiro, obuziba bw’ennyanja ne buwuluguma, ne busitula amayengo gaayo waggulu.
11 Sun and moon stood still in their places at the flash of Your flying arrows, at the brightness of Your shining spear.
Enjuba n’omwezi ne biyimirira butengerera mu bifo byabyo, olw’okumyansa kw’obusaale bwo nga buwenyuka, n’olw’okumyansa kw’effumu lyo eritemagana.
12 You marched across the earth with fury; You threshed the nations in wrath.
Watambula okuyita mu nsi ng’ojjudde ekiruyi, wasambirirasambirira amawanga mu busungu bwo.
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.
Wavaayo oleetere abantu bo obulokozi, olokole gwe wafukako amafuta; Wabetenta omukulembeze w’ensi ekola ebibi, ng’omwerulira ddala okuva ku mutwe okutuuka ku bigere.
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.
Wafumita omutwe gwe n’effumu lye ye, abalwanyi be bwe baavaayo okutugoba, nga bali ng’abanaatumalawo, ffe abaali baweddemu essuubi nga twekwese.
15 You trampled the sea with Your horses, churning the great waters.
Walinnyirira ennyanja n’embalaasi zo, n’otabangula amazzi amangi.
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.
Nawulira, n’omutima gwange ne gukankana n’emimwa gyange gijugumira olw’eddoboozi eryo; Obuvundu ne buyingira mu magumba gange, amagulu gange ne gakankana. Naye nnaalindirira n’obugumiikiriza olunaku olw’okulabiramu ennaku bwe lulijjira eggwanga eritulumba.
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,
Wadde omutiini tegutojjera, so n’emizabbibu nga tegiriiko bibala, amakungula g’emizeeyituuni ne gabula, ennimiro ne zitabala mmere n’akamu, endiga nga ziweddemu mu kisibo, nga n’ente tezikyalimu mu biraalo,
18 yet I will exult in the LORD; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation!
kyokka ndijaguliza Mukama, ne nsanyukira mu Katonda Omulokozi wange.
19 GOD the Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like those of a deer; He makes me walk upon the heights!
Mukama Katonda, ge maanyi gange; afuula ebigere byange okuba ng’eby’empeewo, era ansobozesa okutambulira mu bifo ebigulumivu. Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi, ku bivuga byange ebirina enkoba.
