Habakkuk 3
1 A Prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth.
Yon priyè Habacuc, pwofèt la, selon fòm Sigonoth la.
2 Jehovah, I heard the report of thee, [and] I feared. Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make [it] known: In wrath remember mercy!
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) His glory covereth the heavens, And the earth is 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 And [his] brightness was as the light; Rays [came forth] from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.
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 the pestilence, And a burning flame went forth at his feet.
Devan Li, tout kalite touman mache; dèyè Li, epidemi a swiv sou pye L.
6 He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and discomfited the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered, The everlasting hills gave way: His ways are everlasting.
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 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
Mwen te wè tant a Cush yo anba detrès. Rido tant a Madian yo t ap tranble.
8 Was Jehovah wrathful with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers? Was thy rage against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Thy chariots 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 Thy bow was made naked, The rods [of discipline] sworn according to [thy] word. (Selah) Thou didst cleave the earth 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 thee, they were in travail: Torrents of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, Lifted up its hands on high.
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 The sun [and] moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows which shot forth, — At the shining of thy glittering 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 Thou didst march through the land in indignation, Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
Nan gwo kòlè Ou, Ou te mache travèse tè a. Nan kòlè Ou, Ou te foule mache sou nasyon yo.
13 Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou didst smite off the head from the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation 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 Thou didst strike through with his own spears the head of his leaders: They came out as a whirlwind to scatter me, Whose exulting was as to devour the afflicted 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 Thou didst walk through the sea with thy horses, The heap of great waters.
Ou te foule mache sou lanmè a ak cheval Ou yo, sou lam lanmè a k ap boulvèse dlo a.
16 I heard, and my belly trembled; My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place, That I might rest in the day of distress, When their invader shall come up against the people.
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 shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive-tree shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
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 Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy 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 Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength, And he maketh my feet like hinds' [feet], And he will make me to walk upon my high places. To the chief Musician. On my stringed 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.
