Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigyonoth.
Nke a bụ ekpere Habakuk onye amụma kpere. Ọ dị nʼusoro Shiginot. Nke a bụ ihe o kwuru.
2 O Lord, I have heard thy fame, [and] was afraid: O Lord, thy work—in the midst of the years [of sorrow] revive thou it, in the midst of the years make it known; in wrath remember mercy.
Onyenwe anyị anụla m ihe niile e kwuru banyere ude gị. Ịdị ukwuu nke ọrụ gị niile na-emekwa ka m dere duu nʼegwu nʼihu gị, Onyenwe anyị. Mekwaa ya ọzọ nʼoge nke anyị, mekwaa ka anụ akụkọ ya nʼọgbọ anyị. Nʼoke iwe gị chetakwa ebere.
3 [When] God from Theman came, and the Holy One from mount Paran, (Selah) his glory covered the heavens, and of his praise the earth was full.
Chineke si na Teman bịa, Onye Nsọ ahụ sikwa nʼugwu Paran. (Sela) Ebube ya na-ekpuchi eluigwe, otuto ya jupụtakwara nʼụwa.
4 And [his] brightness was like the sunlight; rays streamed forth out of his hand unto them; and there was the hiding of his power.
Ịma mma ya na-achapụta dịka ihe anyanwụ ụtụtụ, ihe na-enwupụta site nʼaka ya, ọ bụkwa nʼebe ahụ ka e zoro ike ya.
5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth in his steps.
Nʼihu ya ka ajọ ọrịa na-efe efe na-aga, oke mbibi na-esokwa ya nʼazụ.
6 He stood forward, and made the earth tremble; he looked and dispersed nations; and there burst asunder the everlasting mountains; there sunk the perpetual hills: the ways of the world are his.
O guzoro ọtọ yọgharịa ụwa; o lere anya, mee ka mba niile maa jijiji. Ugwu ukwu ochie ahụ niile dara, ugwu nta ochie ndị ahụ dakwara. Nʼihi na ụzọ ya ga-adịgide ruo mgbe niile ebighị ebi.
7 In affliction I saw the tents of Cushan: they trembled—the curtains of the land of Midian.
Ahụrụ m ụlọ ikwu nke Kushan ka ha nọ ọnọdụ ụbọchị ọjọọ, na ebe obibi ndị Midia ka ha nọ na oke ahụ ụfụ.
8 Was the Lord wroth against the rivers? yea, was against the rivers thy anger [kindled]? was against the sea thy wrath that thou rodest upon thy horses, thy chariots of victory!
Ọ bụ osimiri, ka gị bụ Onyenwe anyị were iwe megide? Ọnụma gị, ọ dị ukwuu megide iyi niile? Oke iwe gị ọ bụ megide oke osimiri mgbe ị nọkwasịrị nʼelu ịnyịnya gị, nakwa nʼelu ụgbọ ịnyịnya ị wetara ndị nke gị mmeri?
9 Laid quite bare is thy bow, like severe rods of punishment [goeth forth] thy word, (Selah) into rivers thou splittest the earth.
I kpughepụrụ ụta gị, kpọọ oku ka a chịtara gị ọtụtụ àkụ. (Sela) I ji osimiri dị iche iche kewaa ụwa.
10 The mountains saw thee, they trembled; the flowing waters passed along: the deep issued forth its voice, the height lifted up its hands.
Mgbe ugwu niile hụrụ gị ha nyagharịrị onwe ha nʼihi ihe mgbu bịakwasịrị ha. Oke mmiri ozuzo gabigakwara. Ogbu mmiri mere ka olu ya daa ụda, buliekwa ebili mmiri elu.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their dwelling: at the light of thy arrows they walked along, at the shining of the flaming glitter of thy spear.
Anyanwụ na ọnwa guzokwara duu na mbara eluigwe, mgbe ha hụrụ ihe nke àkụ gị, mgbe ha hụrụ amụma nke ùbe gị gburu.
12 In indignation thou marchest through the earth, in anger thou treadest down nations.
I sitere nʼọnụma gị zọgharịa ije nʼụwa, sitekwa nʼiwe gị zọchaa mba dị iche iche dịka ọka.
13 Thou wentest forth to the assistance of thy people, to the assistance of thy anointed: thou didst wound the head out of the house of the wicked, destroy the foundation with the high-towering walls. (Selah)
Ị pụtara ịzọpụta ndị gị, ịzọpụta onye ahụ i tere mmanụ. Ị zọpịara isi onyendu nke ala ajọ omume ahụ, gbawa ya ọtọ site nʼisi ruo nʼụkwụ.
14 Thou didst strike through with his own spears the chiefs of his villages, who rushed out furiously to scatter me; who rejoiced greatly as though they were to devour the poor in secret.
Ọ bụ ùbe ya ka i ji mawaa ya isi, mgbe ndị dike nʼagha ya bịara dịka oke ifufe ịchụsa anyị, mgbe ha si nʼobi ụtọ ha chee na ha na-aga iripịa ndị ogbenye e wedara nʼala, bụ ndị na-ezo onwe ha.
15 [But] thou didst pass along over the sea with thy horses, over the piled up billows of great waters.
Ị chịrịla ịnyịnya gị zọọ ije nʼoke osimiri, kpagharịa mmiri ukwu ndị ahụ.
16 I heard it, and my inmost parts trembled; at the report my lips quivered; rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place, that I should rest till the day of distress, till the withdrawing of the people that will invade us with its troops.
Amara m jijiji nʼobi m mgbe m nụrụ ihe ndị a niile, egbugbere ọnụ m abụọ kụkọtara nʼegwu, ọkpụkpụ dị m nʼahụ malitere ire ure, mee ka ụkwụ m maa jijiji. Ma aga m eji ndidi chere ụbọchị ọjọọ ahụ nke ga-abịakwasị ndị ahụ na-abịa ibuso anyị agha.
17 For the fig-tree doth not bud, and no fruit is on the vines; the productiveness of the olive deceiveth, and the fields yield no food; from the fold the flocks are cut off, and there are no herds in the stalls.
A sịkwarị na osisi fiig amaghị ifuru, na ọ dịghị mkpụrụ dị nʼosisi vaịnị, a sịkwa na mkpụrụ osisi oliv ebilata na ala ubi niile emepụtaghị ihe oriri, a sịkwa na ọ dịghị atụrụ dị nʼọgba anụ, na ọ dịkwaghị ehi nọ nʼụlọ anụmanụ,
18 Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will exult in the God of my salvation.
mụ onwe m ga-anọgide na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Onyenwe anyị. Aga m etegharịkwa egwu ọṅụ nʼime Chineke Onye nzọpụta m.
19 The Lord Eternal is my strength, and he maketh my feet fleet as those of the hinds, and he will cause me to tread upon my high places. To the chief musician of my songs.
Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị bụ ike m, ọ na-eme ụkwụ m abụọ ka ha dịka nke ele. Ọ na-emekwa ka m zọọ ije nʼebe niile dị elu.
