Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer sung by the prophet Habakkuk. On Shigonoth.
Hiche taona hi themgao Habakkuk in lakaija ahin sahdoh ahi.
2 I have heard what is said about you, Lord. I stand in awe of your work. Lord, revive it in our times; make it known in our times. In your anger, please remember your mercy.
Pakai, nangma chung chang thuhi abonna kana jahsa ahi. Na thilbolho hi kadatmo lheh jengin ahi. Achesa kum ho’a nana bolsa ahi bangin, ka ngaichat dehset petlaitahu hin nei panpi kituvin. Chuleh na lunghan laitah a jong mikhoto them nahina chu geldoh in.
3 God came from Teman; the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens; the earth was full of his praise.
Keiman Pathen chun Edom gal lama patna gamthip ahinjot galkai kamu’n, Paran molchunga kona Mitheng Pachu ahung kamui. Avah emsengsung chun vanthamjol alodimin, chuleh leiset chung hi avahchoinan alodim jengin ahi.
4 His brightness is like lightning; rays flash from his hand from where his power is hidden.
Ahungna chu nisa hung sohdoh bangin akilang jenge. Akhutna konin vah ahung kikhodohin, athaneina kiselna muna kona hungdoh a ahi.
5 Plague goes before him, disease follows at his feet.
Amasanga amangthah ding ho akijotnun, chule anunglama pulin ahinjuipaijin ahi.
6 Where he stands, the earth shakes. When he looks the nations tremble. The ancient mountains shatter, the age-old hills collapse, but his ways are eternal.
Ama adinleh leiset akithingin, avetna ahileh namtin vaipi akihot jenguve. Tonsotna ana um mol ho chu athechehin, chuleh a i-tiha thinglhang anaum ho chu asuchamin ahi. Ama Tonsotna Umpa chu ahi.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan suffering, the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Keiman Kushan miho chu lunglhatah a a’umu kamun, chule Median namte jong chu kicha a tijatah a a’umu kamui.
8 Did you burn with rage against the rivers, Lord? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you furious with the sea when you rode your horses and chariots of salvation?
Pakai, nangman lung hanga twi chu najepma, twipi chu kikhena hija ham? Amaho chunga lunghimoa nahim? Ahipoi, nangin huhhingna sakol kangtalai chu nahin sol ahijo me!
9 You took out your bow; you filled your quiver with arrows. (Selah) You split the earth open with rivers.
Nang in nathal le na thalchang koina na livathei chu napeije. Nangman leiset hi vadung twi ho lonna dingin na hongdohin ahi.
10 Mountains saw you and shook. Water poured down and swept by. The deep called out, lifting high its waves.
Mol ho akivetle akithingin, twi kinong chun amasanglama ahin nuhin ahi. Twi thuh tah chun ahin samdohin, akhut chun Pakai lam ahin sang’e.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your sparkling arrows flew and your spears flashed bright.
Nisa le lha chu nathalchang ho jangkeija alenna chule natengcha vallihleh chu akipeipet in vanlaijolla ading dentai.
12 Indignant, you marched across the earth, trampling the nations in your anger.
Nangman gamsung chu lunghangin napaltanin, chule chitin namtin chu lunghangin nachotpha tai.
13 You came out to save your people, to save your chosen people. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked, stripping him from thick to neck.
Na lhenchomte huhdoh dingin, nathaonute huhdohna dingin nakipat dohtai. Nangin migilou luchang chu na noigepin chule alua pat akengtou geijin najep pehtai.
14 With his own arrows you pierced the heads of his warriors, those who came like a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating like those who secretly abuse the poor.
Huipi hungnung banga hung kitola, beilamtaha Israel bahgam dinga go chu, nangin ama galvon maman nasumang’e.
15 You trod upon the sea with your horses, churning up the mighty waters.
Nangman twipi chu nasakolla na paljengin, chule twi thahattah chu sangtahin kiting denin na umsah jeng’e.
16 I shook inside when I heard this; my lips quivered at the sound; my bones turned to jelly; I trembled where I stood. I wait quietly for the day of trouble that will come upon those who attacked us.
Hiche thu kajah in kasungil akithing jengin, ka muh jong kichatnan aphusepsupmin, kakengteni jong akihot hotnin, chule kichat tijatnan kakithing jenge. Keiman ka chunguva gal hungbol mipi ho chu vangsetna nasatahin ahinphah dingu nikho chu thipkhencha kanga ahitai.
17 Even though there are no blossoms on the fig trees and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no harvest; even though there are no animals in the pen and no cattle in the stalls;
Theichang phungho jong chu pahdoh hih uhenlang, lengpi guija lengpiga ho umhih hen; Olive phunga thao putdoh tahih jong leh, chuleh loujao hoa ima pou hih henlang chuleh ga sodoh tahih jong uleh; chuleh loujao hoa gancha ho thi’u henlang, ganhing ho jeng jong chu agoh in umu henlang hita jong leh;
18 still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.
Keima Pakai a kipah nalai ding kahi! Ei huhhingpa Pathenna chu kipahna lai ding kahi!
19 The Lord God is my strength. He makes me able to walk in the highest mountains, as sure-footed as a deer. (To the music director: with my stringed instruments.)
Leng vaipo thaneipen Pakai chu ka thahatna ahi! Sa san bangin keng thaneina pen tin, munsang lai laiya jong eichopsah ding ahi. (Zai pipu chun: Hiche taona hi semjang khao tampi tothoa atumginga alamkai ding ahi.)
