Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigyonoth.
Okusaba kwa nnabbi Kaabakuuku, okw’Ekisigiyonosi.
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.
Ayi Mukama, mpulidde ebigambo byo; mpulidde ettutumu lyo Ayi Mukama, ne ntya. Bizze buggya mu nnaku zaffe, bimanyise mu biro bino, era mu busungu jjukira okusaasira.
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.
Katonda yajja ng’ava e Temani, Omutukuvu oyo ng’ava ku lusozi Palani. Ekitiibwa kye kyatimbibwa ku ggulu, ensi n’eryoka ejjula ettendo lye.
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.
Okumasamasa kwe ne kulyoka kubeera ng’enjuba evaayo. Ebimyanso byayakanga okuva mu mukono gwe, era omwo mwe mwasinziiranga amaanyi ge ag’ekitalo.
5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth in his steps.
Kawumpuli ye yakulembera, Endwadde endala zinaamutta ne zigoberera.
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.
Yayimirira n’anyeenyanyeenya ensi; Yatunula n’akankanya amawanga. Ensozi ez’edda za merenguka, obusozi obw’edda ne buggwaawo. Engeri ze, za mirembe na mirembe.
7 In affliction I saw the tents of Cushan: they trembled—the curtains of the land of Midian.
Nalaba eweema z’e Kusani nga ziri mu nnaku: n’entimbe ez’ensi ya Midiyaani nga zijugumira.
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!
Ayi Mukama, wanyiigira emigga? Obusungu bwo bwali ku bugga obutono? Wanyiigira ennyanja bwe weebagala embalaasi zo, n’olinnya ku magaali go ag’obuwanguzi?
9 Laid quite bare is thy bow, like severe rods of punishment [goeth forth] thy word, (Selah) into rivers thou splittest the earth.
Wasowolayo akasaale ko, wategeka okulasa obusaale; ensi n’ogyawulayawulamu n’emigga.
10 The mountains saw thee, they trembled; the flowing waters passed along: the deep issued forth its voice, the height lifted up its hands.
Ensozi zaakulaba, ne zeenyogootola; Amataba ne gayitawo mbiro, obuziba bw’ennyanja ne buwuluguma, ne busitula amayengo gaayo waggulu.
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.
Enjuba n’omwezi ne biyimirira butengerera mu bifo byabyo, olw’okumyansa kw’obusaale bwo nga buwenyuka, n’olw’okumyansa kw’effumu lyo eritemagana.
12 In indignation thou marchest through the earth, in anger thou treadest down nations.
Watambula okuyita mu nsi ng’ojjudde ekiruyi, wasambirirasambirira amawanga mu busungu bwo.
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)
Wavaayo oleetere abantu bo obulokozi, olokole gwe wafukako amafuta; Wabetenta omukulembeze w’ensi ekola ebibi, ng’omwerulira ddala okuva ku mutwe okutuuka ku bigere.
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.
Wafumita omutwe gwe n’effumu lye ye, abalwanyi be bwe baavaayo okutugoba, nga bali ng’abanaatumalawo, ffe abaali baweddemu essuubi nga twekwese.
15 [But] thou didst pass along over the sea with thy horses, over the piled up billows of great waters.
Walinnyirira ennyanja n’embalaasi zo, n’otabangula amazzi amangi.
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.
Nawulira, n’omutima gwange ne gukankana n’emimwa gyange gijugumira olw’eddoboozi eryo; Obuvundu ne buyingira mu magumba gange, amagulu gange ne gakankana. Naye nnaalindirira n’obugumiikiriza olunaku olw’okulabiramu ennaku bwe lulijjira eggwanga eritulumba.
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.
Wadde omutiini tegutojjera, so n’emizabbibu nga tegiriiko bibala, amakungula g’emizeeyituuni ne gabula, ennimiro ne zitabala mmere n’akamu, endiga nga ziweddemu mu kisibo, nga n’ente tezikyalimu mu biraalo,
18 Yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will exult in the God of my salvation.
kyokka ndijaguliza Mukama, ne nsanyukira mu Katonda Omulokozi wange.
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.
Mukama Katonda, ge maanyi gange; afuula ebigere byange okuba ng’eby’empeewo, era ansobozesa okutambulira mu bifo ebigulumivu. Ya Mukulu wa Bayimbi, ku bivuga byange ebirina enkoba.
