Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
Ty fikora’ i Kabakoke mpitoky, nanoeñe añ’onin-tsabo.
2 O YHWH, I heard your report, I have been afraid, O YHWH, Your work! In midst of years revive it, In the midst of years You make known, In anger You remember mercy.
Ry Iehovà, fa tsinanoko i nilañona’oy vaho hemban-draho; sotraho o fitoloña’oo ry Iehovà, añivon’andro zao; ampahafohino anteñateñan-tsa, ihe viñetse mahatiahia fiferenaiñañe.
3 God comes from Teman, The Holy One from Mount Paran. (Pause) His splendor has covered the heavens, And His praise has filled the earth.
Niboak’ amy Temane t’i Andrianañahare, hirik’am-bohi-Parane i Masiñey. (Selah) nanitsike o likerañeo ty volonahe’e, nandramban-tane ty enge’e.
4 And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
Mireandreañe hoe i àndroy; mitsipelatsipelatse ty fità’e; mikafitse ao i haozara’ey.
5 Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
Miaolo Aze ty angorosy, mimilemiletse am-pandia’eo ty afo.
6 He has stood, and He measures earth, He has seen, and He shakes off nations, And mountains of antiquity scatter themselves, The hills of old have bowed, The ways of old [are] His.
Ie mijohañe, manginikinike i taney, Ie mivazoho, minevenevetse o fifeheañeo; mikoromak’ amy zao o vohitse nainai’eo, mibokoke o haboañe haehaeo, aze o lalañe haehae’eo.
7 Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Treako te misotry o kiboho’ i Kosìo, nititititike o lamban-dalan-kiboho’ i Midianeo.
8 Has YHWH been angry against rivers? Against rivers [is] Your anger? [Is] Your wrath against the sea? For You ride on Your horses—Your chariots of salvation.
Ry Iehovà, nañatsembe Azo hao o sakao? Niviñera’o hao o torahañeo? Nampiforoforo Azo hao i riakey? t’ie miningitse soavala naho saretem-pandrombahañe.
9 You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
Zonjoñe’o ty taram-pale’o, lilie’o ho liforen’ ana-pale. Selà Torie’o amo sakao ty tane toy.
10 Seen You—pained are mountains, An inundation of waters has passed over, The deep has given forth its voice, It has lifted up its hands high.
Nahaisak’ azo o vohitseo le nihembañe, nanginahina i sorotombakey, nampipoña-peo i lalekey, vaho naonjo’e mb’añ’abo o taña’eo.
11 Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
Nijihetse añ’akiba’e eo i àndroy naho i volañey, ami’ty filoeloea’ o ana-pale’o nihiririñe mb’eoo, naho ami’ty fimilomiloran-defo’o.
12 In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
Linialia’o an-kaviñerañe i taney; trinabotrabo’o an-keloke o kilakila’ndatio.
13 You have gone forth for the salvation of Your people, For salvation with Your Anointed, You have struck the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation to the neck. (Pause)
Nionjomb’eo irehe handrombake ondati’oo, hamotsotse i Noriza’oy; dinemo’o ty loha-traño’ o tsivokatseo, nampikorendahe’o boak’ ami’ty manàntañe pak’am-bozo’e. Selà
14 You have pierced the head of his leaders with his own rods, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
Trinofa’o amo kobai’eo avao ty loha’ o mpifehe’eo, o mpivovo amako hoe tangololahio; ie miankahake hampibotseke o mahaferenaiñeo añ’etake ao.
15 You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
Linialia’o amo soavala’oo i riakey amy fitoaboran-drano bey heneheney.
16 I have heard, and my belly trembles, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness comes into my bones, And in my place I tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcomes it.
Tsinanoko le ninevenevetse ty troko, nampititititike o soñikoo i fiarañanañañey, nizilik’ an-taolako ao ty fimomohañe, nihondrahondra iraho am-pijohañako eo handiñisako i andro hankàñey, ty hitroara’ o haname anaio.
17 Though the fig tree does not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, The work of the olive has failed, And fields have not yielded food, The flock has been cut off from the fold, And there is no herd in the stalls,
Aa ndra te tsy mamòñe i sakoañey, naho tsy mamoa o vaheo; mianto te mitoloñe amo oliveo, tsy mamokatse haneñe o tetekeo, aitoañe amo golobo’eo o añondrio, vaho po-pirai-tròke ty an-jolok’ ao,
18 Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
mbe hirebek’am’ Iehovà nainai’e raho handia-taroba aman’ Añaharem-pandrombahañ’ ahy.
19 YHWH the Lord [is] my strength, And He makes my feet like does, And causes me to tread on my high-places. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
Haozarako t’Iehovà Andrianañahareko hanoe’e tombon-tsarake o tombokoo, hanjotike an-kaboañe ey. Ho amy talèn-tsakèray: anoeñe am-pititihañe.
