Habakkuk 1
1 This is the burden that Habakkuk the prophet received in a vision:
Det Udsagn, Profeten Habakkuk skuede.
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?
Hvor længe skal jeg klage, HERRE, uden du hører, skrige til dig over Vold, uden du frelser?
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.
Hvi lader du mig skue Uret, være Vidne til Kvide? Ødelæggelse og Vold har jeg for Øje, der opstod Kiv, og Strid kom op.
4 Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never goes forth. For the wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted.
Derfor ligger Loven lammet, og Ret kommer aldrig frem. Thi naar gudløse trænger retfærdige, fremkommer krøget Ret.
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.
Se eder om blandt Folkene til Skræk og Rædsel for eder! Thi en Gerning gør han i eders Dage, som I ej vilde tro, om det fortaltes.
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.
Thi se, han vækker Kaldæerne, det grumme og raske Folk, som drager viden om Lande for at indtage andres Bo.
7 They are dreaded and feared; from themselves they derive justice and sovereignty.
Forfærdeligt, frygteligt er det, Ødelæggelse udgaar derfra.
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.
Dets Heste er rappere end Pantere, mer viltre end Ulve ved Kvæld; dets Rytterheste kommer i Spring, flyvende langvejs fra. Som Ørnen i Fart efter Føde
9 All of them come bent on violence; their hordes advance like the east wind; they gather prisoners like sand.
er de alle paa Vej efter Vold. De higede stadig mod Øst og samlede Fanger som Sand.
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.
Med Kongerne drev det Spot, Fyrsterne lo det kun ad. Det lo ad hver en Fæstning, opdynged en Vold og tog den.
11 Then they sweep by like the wind and pass on through. They are guilty; their own strength is their god.”
Saa suste det videre som Stormen og gjorde sin Kraft til sin Gud.
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.
Er du ikke fra fordum HERREN, min hellige Gud? — Vi skal ej dø — HERRE, har du sat ham til Dommer, givet ham Fuldmagt til Straf?
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?
Dit rene Blik afskyr ondt, du taaler ej Synet af Kvide; hvi ser du da tavs paa Ransmænd, at gudløs sluger sin Overmand i Retfærd?
14 You have made men like the fish of the sea, like creeping things that have no ruler.
Med Mennesker gør du som med Havets Fisk, som med Kryb, der er uden Hersker:
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.
Han fisker dem alle med Krog, slæber dem bort i sit Vod og samler dem i sit Garn; derfor er han jublende glad;
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.
han ofrer derfor til sit Vod, tænder Offerild for sit Garn. Ved dem blev hans Del jo fed og kraftig blev hans Føde.
17 Will he, therefore, empty his net and continue to slay nations without mercy?
Skal han altid tømme sit Vod og slaa Folk ihjel uden Skaansel?
