Habakkuk 3
1 This is a prayer sung by the prophet Habakkuk. On Shigonoth.
Àdúrà wòlíì Habakuku gẹ́gẹ́ bí sígónótì. Ohun èlò orin.
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.
Olúwa mo tí gbọ́ ohùn rẹ; ẹ̀rù sì ba mi fún iṣẹ́ rẹ Olúwa sọ wọn di ọ̀tún ní ọjọ́ ti wa, ní àkókò tiwa, jẹ́ kó di mí mọ̀; ni ìbínú, rántí àánú.
3 God came from Teman; the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens; the earth was full of his praise.
Ọlọ́run yóò wa láti Temani, ibi mímọ́ jùlọ láti òkè Parani ògo rẹ̀ sí bo àwọn ọ̀run, ilé ayé sì kún fún ìyìn rẹ.
4 His brightness is like lightning; rays flash from his hand from where his power is hidden.
Dídán rẹ sí dàbí ìmọ́lẹ̀ oòrùn ìtànṣán ìmọ́lẹ̀ jáde wa láti ọwọ́ rẹ, níbi tí wọn fi agbára rẹ̀ pamọ́ sí.
5 Plague goes before him, disease follows at his feet.
Àjàkálẹ̀-ààrùn ń lọ ni iwájú rẹ; ìyọnu sí ń tọ ẹsẹ̀ rẹ lọ.
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.
Ó dúró, ó sì mi ayé; ó wò, ó sì mú àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè wárìrì a sì tú àwọn òkè ńlá ayérayé ká, àwọn òkè kéékèèké ayérayé sì tẹríba: ọ̀nà rẹ ayérayé ni.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan suffering, the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Mo rí àgọ́ Kuṣani nínú ìpọ́njú àti àwọn ibùgbé Midiani nínú ìrora.
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?
Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ha ń bínú sí àwọn odò nì, Olúwa? Ǹjẹ́ ìbínú rẹ wa lórí àwọn odò ṣíṣàn bí? Ìbínú rẹ ha wá sórí Òkun tí ìwọ fi ń gun ẹṣin, àti kẹ̀kẹ́ ìgbàlà rẹ?
9 You took out your bow; you filled your quiver with arrows. (Selah) You split the earth open with rivers.
A ṣí ọrun rẹ sílẹ̀ pátápátá, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìbúra àwọn ẹ̀yà, àní ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ, ìwọ sì fi odò pín ilẹ̀ ayé.
10 Mountains saw you and shook. Water poured down and swept by. The deep called out, lifting high its waves.
Àwọn òkè ńlá ri ọ wọn sì wárìrì àgbàrá òjò ń sàn án kọjá lọ; ibú ń ké ramúramù ó sì gbé irú omi sókè.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your sparkling arrows flew and your spears flashed bright.
Òòrùn àti Òṣùpá dúró jẹ́ẹ́jẹ́ ni ibùgbé wọn, pẹ̀lú ìmọ́lẹ̀ ọfà rẹ ni wọn yára lọ, àti ni dídán ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ ti ń kọ mànà.
12 Indignant, you marched across the earth, trampling the nations in your anger.
Ní ìrunú ni ìwọ rin ilẹ̀ náà já, ní ìbínú ni ìwọ tí tẹ́ àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè rẹ.
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.
Ìwọ jáde lọ láti tú àwọn ènìyàn rẹ sílẹ̀, àti láti gba ẹni àmì òróró rẹ là, Ìwọ ti run àwọn olórí kúrò nínú ilẹ̀ àwọn ènìyàn búburú, ó sì bọ ìhámọ́ra rẹ láti orí de ẹsẹ̀.
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.
Pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ̀ kí ó fi gún orí rẹ nígbà tí àwọn jagunjagun rẹ̀ jáde láti tú wá ká, ayọ̀ wọn sì ni láti jẹ tálákà run ní ìkọ̀kọ̀.
15 You trod upon the sea with your horses, churning up the mighty waters.
Ìwọ fi ẹṣin rẹ rìn Òkun já, ó sì da àwọn omi ńlá ru.
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.
Mo gbọ́, ọkàn mi sì wárìrì, ètè mi sì gbọ̀n sí ìró náà; ìbàjẹ́ sì wọ inú egungun mi lọ, ẹsẹ̀ mi sì wárìrì, mo dúró ni ìdákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ fún ọjọ́ ìdààmú láti de sórí àwọn ènìyàn tó ń dojúkọ wá.
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;
Bí igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ ko tilẹ̀ tanná, tí èso kò sí nínú àjàrà; tí igi olifi ko le so, àwọn oko ko sì mú oúnjẹ wá; tí a sì ké agbo ẹran kúrò nínú agbo, tí kò sì sí ọwọ́ ẹran ni ibùso mọ́,
18 still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.
síbẹ̀, èmi ó láyọ̀ nínú Olúwa, èmi yóò sí máa yọ nínú Ọlọ́run ìgbàlà mi.
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.)
Olúwa Olódùmarè ni agbára mi, òun yóò sí ṣe ẹsẹ̀ mi bí ẹsẹ̀ abo àgbọ̀nrín, yóò sí mú mi rìn lórí ibi gíga. Sí olórí akọrin lórí ohun èlò orin olókùn mi.
