Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
Yon priyè Habacuc, pwofèt la, selon fòm Sigonoth la.
2 O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.
SENYÈ, mwen te tande yon rapò sou Ou menm e mwen kanpe etonnen nèt. O SENYÈ, fè zèv ou yo leve ankò nan mitan ane yo. Fè yo vin koni nan mitan ane yo. Nan chalè kòlè, Ou, sonje mizerikòd.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.
Bondye soti nan Théman; (Sila) ki Sen an soti nan Mòn Paran. Tan Bèlte Li kouvri syèl la, e tè a vin plen ak lwanj Li.
4 He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
Ekla Li tankou reyon solèy la. Gen tras klate limyè ki soti nan men L, e nanpwen anyen ki kache de pouvwa Li.
5 Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
Devan Li, tout kalite touman mache; dèyè Li, epidemi a swiv sou pye L.
6 From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.
Li te kanpe; tè a te sikwe. Li te gade; nasyon yo te etone. Wi, lansyen mòn yo te vin detwi, ansyen kolin yo te vin efondre. Chemen li yo dire jis pou tout tan.
7 The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
Mwen te wè tant a Cush yo anba detrès. Rido tant a Madian yo t ap tranble.
8 Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?
Èske SENYÈ a te malkontan ak rivyè yo? Èske se ak rivyè yo Ou te fache? Oswa, èske kòlè Ou te kont lanmè a, ki fè Ou te monte sou cheval Ou yo, sou cha delivrans Ou yo?
9 Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
Ou te rale banza a soti nan fouwo l; Ou te rele flech ou yo fè semàn an. (Selah) Ou te fann tè a ak rivyè yo.
10 The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.
Mòn yo te wè, Ou e yo te tranble. Flèv dlo yo te kouri desann. Pwofondè a te gwononde. Li te leve men l anlè.
11 At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
Solèy la ak lalin nan te kanpe nan plas yo. Nan eklè flèch Ou yo, ak briyans lans Ou yo, solay ak lalin nan te kanpe sou plas.
12 You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
Nan gwo kòlè Ou, Ou te mache travèse tè a. Nan kòlè Ou, Ou te foule mache sou nasyon yo.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. (Selah)
Ou te soti pou delivrans a pèp Ou a, pou sali pèp onksyon Ou an. Ou te frape tèt peyi mechanste an. Ou te ekspoze li nèt, depi nan kwis li pou rive nan kou l. (Selah)
14 You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.
Ou te frennen tèt gèye li yo ak pwòp nepe yo. Yo te antre kon toubiyon pou gaye nou. Ak gwo lajwa yo te tankou (sila) ki devore malere an sekrè yo.
15 The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
Ou te foule mache sou lanmè a ak cheval Ou yo, sou lam lanmè a k ap boulvèse dlo a.
16 Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.
Mwen te tande, e zantray mwen te tranble. Lèv mwen te tranble ak son vwa a. Pouiti la lantre nan zo m, mwen te tranble sou plas, paske mwen oblije tann jou detrès la, byen kal, tan pèp la k ap leve vin anvayi nou.
17 For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:
Menmsi pye fig la pa ta fleri, ni pa gen fwi sou branch rezen yo, menmsi donn oliv la vin sispann, e chan yo pa pwodwi manje, menmsi bann mouton an ta koupe separe de pak la, e pa gen bèf nan pak la,
18 Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
mwen va toujou egzalte nan SENYÈ a. Mwen va rejwi nan Bondye, sali mwen. Mwen va ranpli ak jwa akoz delivrans mwen an.
19 The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.
Senyè BONDYE mwen an se fòs mwen. Li te fè pye mwen vin tankou pye sèf; Li te ban m fòs pou mache sou wo plas yo. Pou direktè koral la, sou enstriman a kòd mwen yo.
