Habakkuk 1
1 The word which Habakkuk the prophet saw.
Profetien, som Habakuk, Profeten, har skuet.
2 How long, O Lord, will your ears be shut to my voice? I make an outcry to you about violent behaviour, but you do not send salvation.
Hvor længe, Herre! har jeg dog raabt, og du vil ikke høre! jeg raaber til dig over Vold, og du vil ikke frelse.
3 Why do you make me see evil-doing, and why are my eyes fixed on wrong? for wasting and violent acts are before me: and there is fighting and bitter argument.
Hvorfor lader du mig skue Uret og ser selv paa Jammer? Ødelæggelse og Vold er for mit Ansigt, og der kom Trætte, og Kiv rejser sig.
4 For this reason the law is feeble and decisions are not effected: for the upright man is circled round by evil-doers; because of which right is twisted.
Derfor er Lov magtesløs, og Ret kommer aldrig frem; thi de ugudelige omringe den retfærdige, derfor kommer Retten forvendt ud.
5 See among the nations, and take note, and be full of wonder: for in your days I am doing a work in which you will have no belief, even if news of it is given to you.
Ser ud iblandt Hedningerne, og skuer; forundrer eder, og vorder forundrede; thi jeg gør en Gerning i eders Dage, I vilde ikke tro den, naar den fortaltes.
6 For see, I am sending the Chaldaeans, that bitter and quick-moving nation; who go through the wide spaces of the earth to get for themselves living-places which are not theirs.
Thi se, jeg opvækker Kaldæerne, et barsk og hastigt Folk, som farer frem, saa vidt som Jorden naar, for at tage Boliger til Eje, som ikke høre det til.
7 They are greatly to be feared: their right comes from themselves.
Frygteligt og forfærdeligt er det; fra det gaar dets Ret og Overhøjhed ud.
8 And their horses are quicker than leopards and their horsemen more cruel than evening wolves; they come from far away, like an eagle in flight rushing on its food.
Og dets Heste ere lettere end Pardere og hidsigere end Ulve om Aftenen, og dets Ryttere brede sig ud, ja, dets Ryttere komme langt borte fra, de flyve som en Ørn, der haster efter Æde.
9 They are coming all of them with force; the direction of their faces is forward, the number of their prisoners is like the sands of the sea.
Alle til Hobe komme de til Voldsdaad, deres Ansigters Higen er fremad, og det samler Fanger som Sand.
10 He makes little of kings, rulers are a sport to him; all the strong places are to be laughed at; for he makes earthworks and takes them.
Og det spotter Konger, og Fyrster ere til Latter for det; det ler ad hver Befæstning, saa det dynger Støv op og indtager den.
11 Then his purpose will be changed, over-stepping the limit; he will make his strength his god.
Da farer det frem som en Stormvind og drager videre, saa at det paadrager sig Skyld; denne dets Kraft bliver til dets Gud.
12 Are you not eternal, O Lord my God, my Holy One? for you there is no death. O Lord, he has been ordered by you for our punishment; and by you, O Rock, he has been marked out to put us right.
Er du ikke fra fordums Tid Herren, min Gud, min Hellige! vi skulle ikke dø; Herre! du har sat det til Dom; o Klippe! du har grundfæstet det til at straffe os.
13 Before your holy eyes sin may not be seen, and you are unable to put up with wrong; why, then, are your eyes on the false? why do you say nothing when the evil-doer puts an end to one who is more upright than himself?
Du, som er ren af Øjne, saa at du ikke kan se paa ondt og ikke formaar at skue Jammer, hvorfor skuer du hen til de troløse, hvorfor tier du, naar den ugudelige opsluger den, som er retfærdigere end han?
14 He has made men like the fishes of the sea, like the worms which have no ruler over them.
Du gjorde da Menneskene som Fiske i Havet, som Krybet, der ingen Herre har.
15 He takes them all up with his hook, he takes them in his net, getting them together in his fishing-net: for which cause he is glad and full of joy.
Han drager dem alle sammen op med Krog, samler dem i sin Vod og sanker dem i sit Garn; derover glæder og fryder han sig.
16 For this reason he makes an offering to his net, burning perfume to his fishing-net; because by them he gets much food and his meat is fat.
Derfor ofrer han til sin Vod og bringer Røgoffer til sit Garn; thi ved dem er hans Del fed, og hans Mad er det fede.
17 For this cause his net is ever open, and there is no end to his destruction of the nations.
Mon han derfor skal tømme sin Vod og altid slaa Folk ihjel uden Skaansel?
