Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet. Upon Shigionoth.
Men lapriyè pwofèt Abakouk te fè pou li plenyen sò li bay Bondye.
2 O LORD, I have heard the report of Thee, and am afraid; O LORD, revive Thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember compassion.
-Seyè! Mwen tande tou sa ou te di. M' sezi, m'ap tranble nan tout kò m'. Seyè, gwo mèvèy ou te konn fè nan tan lontan yo, koulye a, fè nou wè yo nan lanne k'ap vini yo. Menm lè ou fache, pa bliye gen pitye pou nou!
3 God cometh from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covereth the heavens, and the earth is full of His praise.
Bondye ap vini soti peyi Edon. Bondye tout bon an ap desann soti sou mòn Paran an. Pouvwa li kouvri tout syèl la. Lwanj li toupatou sou latè.
4 And a brightness appeareth as the light; rays hath He at His side; and there is the hiding of His power.
Li klere kou gwo solèy. Zèklè ap soti nan men l'. Se la li kache tout pouvwa li.
5 Before him goeth the pestilence, and fiery bolts go forth at His feet.
Li voye vye maladi pran devan li. Li mete lanmò mache dèyè l'.
6 He standeth, and shaketh the earth, He beholdeth, and maketh the nations to tremble; and the everlasting mountains are dashed in pieces, the ancient hills do bow; His goings are as of old.
Lè l' kanpe, latè pran tranble. Li annik gade, moun tout nasyon gen kè kase. Mòn ki la depi lontan yo kraze an miyèt moso. Ti mòn tan lontan yo vin plat. Chemen kote li te konn pase tan lontan yo louvri devan l'.
7 I see the tents of Cushan in affliction; the curtains of the land of Midian do tremble.
Mwen wè moun peyi Letiopi yo nan gwo lafliksyon. Moun peyi Madyan yo tou pè.
8 Is it, O LORD, that against the rivers, is it that Thine anger is kindled against the rivers, or Thy wrath against the sea? that Thou dost ride upon Thy horses, upon Thy chariots of victory?
Eske se sou gwo rivyè yo ou move konsa, Seyè? Eske se sou lanmè a ou fache? Eske se sou lanmè a ou ankòlè konsa, kifè ou moute sou nwaj yo tankou sou chwal ou, tankou sou cha ou pou al delivre pèp ou a?
9 Thy bow is made quite bare; sworn are the rods of the word. (Selah) Thou dost cleave the earth with rivers.
Ou kenbe banza ou tou pare nan men ou. Pawòl ou se pakèt flèch anpwazonnen. Zèklè ou yo fann tè a louvri.
10 The mountains have seen Thee, and they tremble; the tempest of waters floweth over; the deep uttereth its voice, and lifteth up its hands on high.
Mòn yo wè ou, yo pran tranble. Gwo lapli ap tonbe soti nan syèl la. Dlo anba tè yo ap gwonde. Gwo lanm lanmè ap leve byen wo.
11 The sun and moon stand still in their habitation; at the light of Thine arrows as they go, at the shining of Thy glittering spear.
Flèch ou yo pati tankou zèklè. Lans ou yo klere byen klere. Lalin ak solèy pa parèt tèt yo deyò.
12 Thou marchest through the earth in indignation, Thou threshest the nations in anger.
Ou move, w'ap mache toupatou sou latè. Nan kòlè ou, ou pilonnen nasyon yo anba pye ou.
13 Thou art come forth for the deliverance of Thy people, for the deliverance of Thine anointed; Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked, uncovering the foundation even unto the neck. (Selah)
Ou soti pou delivre pèp ou a, pou sove wa ou chwazi a. Ou kraze chèf mechan yo. Ou detwi tout moun li yo nèt.
14 Thou hast stricken through with his own rods the head of his rulers, that come as a whirlwind to scatter me; whose rejoicing is as to devour the poor secretly.
Avèk flèch ou yo, ou pèse kòmandan an chèf lame yo a, lè yo t'ap vare sou nou tankou yon van tanpèt pou gaye nou. Je yo gran louvri ak kontantman tankou moun ki pral devore pòv malere yo kote yo kache a.
15 Thou hast trodden the sea with Thy horses, the foaming of mighty waters.
Ou foule lanmè a anba pye chwal ou yo. Ou fè dlo lanmè a kimen.
16 When I heard, mine inward parts trembled, my lips quivered at the voice; rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble where I stand; that I should wait for the day of trouble, when he cometh up against the people that he invadeth.
Mwen tande tou sa. Vant mwen bouyi! Lè m' tande tout bri sa yo, bouch mwen pran tranble. Tout zo nan kò m' ap fè m' mal. M' pa ka kanpe sou janm mwen ankò! Mwen rete byen trankil, m'ap tann jou malè a rive, jou Bondye pral mache pran moun k'ap chache nou kont yo.
17 For though the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive 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;
Pye fig frans yo te mèt pa donnen, pye rezen yo te mèt pa bay rezen, rekòt oliv yo te mèt pa bon, jaden yo te mèt pa bay manje, mouton yo te mèt mouri nan sèka yo, bèf yo te mèt mouri nan pak yo,
18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will exult in the God of my salvation.
mwen menm, m'ap toujou kontan poutèt Seyè a. M'ap fè fèt pou Bondye k'ap delivre m' lan.
19 God, the Lord, is my strength, and He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and He maketh me to walk upon my high places. For the Leader. With my string-music.
Se Seyè a ki tout fòs mwen. Li asire pye m' tankou pye kabrit. Li fè m' mache sou mòn yo, san m' pa tonbe. Pou chèf k'ap dirije moun k'ap chante yo.
