Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer sung by the prophet Habakkuk. On Shigonoth.
Esiae nye Nyagblɔɖila Habakuk ƒe gbedodoɖa si woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋuti.
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.
Yehowa, mese nya le wò gãnyenye ŋuti. O Yehowa, wò nuwɔwɔwo wɔ nuku lo! Gbugbɔ wo wɔ yeye le míaƒe ŋkekewo me. Ɖe wo fia le míaƒe ɣeyiɣi me. Le wò dziku me, ɖo ŋku nublanuikpɔkpɔ dzi.
3 God came from Teman; the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens; the earth was full of his praise.
Mawu tso Teman va. Kɔkɔetɔ la ɖi tso Paran to dzi. (Sela) Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe yɔ dziƒowo eye eƒe kafukafu yɔ anyigba dzi!
4 His brightness is like lightning; rays flash from his hand from where his power is hidden.
Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe nɔ abe agudzedze ene eye keklẽ gã aɖe do tso eƒe asi me, afi si eƒe ŋusẽ be ɖo.
5 Plague goes before him, disease follows at his feet.
Dɔ vɔ̃ le zɔzɔm le eŋgɔ eye dɔxɔleameŋu le eyome.
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.
Etɔ eye wòʋuʋu anyigba; ekpɔ nu eye dukɔwo ʋuʋu. Blematowo kaka eye gbe aɖe gbe togbɛwo ŋe dze eme. Eƒe mɔwo li tegbee.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan suffering, the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Mekpɔ Kusam ƒe agbadɔwo le xaxa me eye Midiantɔwo ƒe nɔƒewo le nublanui me.
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?
O Yehowa, ɖe nèdo dziku ɖe tɔsisiwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dɔmedzoe bi ɖe tɔʋuwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dziku bi ɖe atsiaƒu ŋu esi nèdo wò sɔwo kple wò tasiaɖamwo le wò dziɖuɖu mea?
9 You took out your bow; you filled your quiver with arrows. (Selah) You split the earth open with rivers.
Ehe wò dati ɖe go eye nèbia be woatsɔ wò aŋutrɔwo na wò. (Sela) Ètsɔ tɔsisiwo ma anyigba lae.
10 Mountains saw you and shook. Water poured down and swept by. The deep called out, lifting high its waves.
Towo kpɔ wò eye woŋe kple vevesese. Tsiɖɔɖɔ si va yi, tometsiwo ɖe gbe eye woƒe tsotsoewo de dzi.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your sparkling arrows flew and your spears flashed bright.
Ɣe kple ɣleti tɔ ɖe wo nɔƒe le dziƒo esi wokpɔ wò aŋutrɔ bibiawo kple wò akplɔ si le dzo kem miamiamia.
12 Indignant, you marched across the earth, trampling the nations in your anger.
Èzɔ to anyigba dzi le wò dziku dziŋɔ la me eye nèɖo afɔ dukɔwo dzi kple dziku.
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.
Ke èdo be yeaɖe wò amewo eye yeaxɔ na wò amesiamina. Ègbã ta na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe anyigba ƒe kplɔla eye nèɖe amea tso tagbɔ va se ɖe afɔ gbɔ. (Sela)
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.
Ètsɔ eya ŋutɔ ƒe akplɔ ŋɔ ta nɛ esi eƒe asrafowo dze mía dzi be yewoakaka mí. Wole gbe tem abe ɖe wodi be yewoavuvu nublanuitɔ siwo si be la ene.
15 You trod upon the sea with your horses, churning up the mighty waters.
Ètsɔ wò sɔwo blu atsiaƒu kple tsi gbana la.
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.
Mesee eye nye dzi dzo le menye kpakpakpa; nye nuyiwo dzo nyanyanya esi mese woƒe howɔwɔ la, vɔvɔ̃ ɖom ɖe nye ƒu tome ke eye nye afɔwo ƒo kpakpakpa. Ke malala kple dzigbɔɖi na dzɔgbevɔ̃eŋkeke la be wòava dukɔ si le mía ham la dzi.
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;
Togbɔ be gboti meƒo se o eye wain metse ɖe wainkawo ŋu o, togbɔ be amiti metse o eye nuɖuɖu mele agble dzi o, togbɔ be alẽwo vɔ le alẽkpo me, eye nyiwo vɔ le nyikpo me hã la,
18 still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.
nye la, makpɔ dzidzɔ le Yehowa me eye madzɔ dzi le Mawu, nye Ɖela, me.
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.)
Aƒetɔ Yehowae nye ŋusẽ. Ewɔ nye afɔ abe zinɔ tɔ ene, eye wònana be mazɔa Kɔkɔeƒewo. Na hafiala, woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋu.
