Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
Molitva proroka Avakuma; za pjevanje.
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.
Gospode, èuh rijeè tvoju, i uplaših se; Gospode, djelo svoje usred godina saèuvaj u životu, usred godina objavi ga, u gnjevu sjeti se milosti.
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.
Bog doðe od Temana i svetac s gore Farana; slava njegova pokri nebesa i zemlja se napuni hvale njegove.
4 And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
Svjetlost mu bijaše kao sunce, zraci izlažahu mu iz ruku, i ondje bješe sakrivena (sila) njegova.
5 Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
Pred njim iðaše pomor, i živo ugljevlje iðaše ispod nogu njegovijeh.
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.
Stade, i izmjeri zemlju, pogleda i razmetnu narode, raspadoše se vjeène gore, slegoše se humovi vjeèni; putovi su mu vjeèni.
7 Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Vidjeh šatore Etiopske u muci, ustreptaše zavjesi zemlji Madijanskoj.
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.
Eda li se na rijeke razgnjevi Gospod? eda li se na rijeke raspali gnjev tvoj? na more jarost tvoja, kad si pojezdio na konjma svojim i na kolima svojim za spasenje?
9 You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
Pomoli se luk tvoj kao što si se zakleo plemenima; razdro si zemlju za rijeke.
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.
Vidješe te gore i uzdrktaše, povodanj navali; bezdana pusti glas svoj, uvis podiže ruke svoje.
11 Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
Sunce i mjesec stadoše u stanu svom, idoše prema svjetlosti tvoje strijele, prema sijevanju sjajnoga koplja tvojega.
12 In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
Srdito si išao po zemlji, gnjevno si gazio narode.
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)
Izašao si na spasenje narodu svojemu, na spasenje s pomazanikom svojim; razmrskao si glavu kuæi bezbožnièkoj do vrata otkrivši temelj.
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.
Njegovijem kopljima probio si glavu selima njegovijem kad navaljivahu kao vihor da me razaspu, radovahu se kao da æe proždrijeti siromaha u potaji.
15 You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
Išao si po moru na konjma svojim, po gomili mnoge vode.
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.
Èuh, i utroba se moja uskoleba, usne mi uzdrktaše na glas, u kosti mi uðe truhlež, i ustresoh se na mjestu svom; kako æu poèivati u dan nevolje, kad doðe na narod koji æe ga opustošiti.
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,
Jer smokva neæe cvasti, niti æe biti roda na lozi vinovoj; rod æe maslinov prevariti, i njive neæe dati hrane, ovaca æe nestati iz tora, i goveda neæe biti u oboru.
18 Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
Ali æu se ja radovati u Gospodu, veseliæu se u Bogu spasenja svojega.
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!
Gospod je Gospod (sila) moja, i daæe mi noge kao u košute, i vodiæe me po visinama mojim. Naèelniku pjevaèkom uz žice moje.
