Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
Molitev preroka Habakúka na Šiginot.
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.
Oh Gospod, slišal sem tvoj govor in bil sem prestrašen. Oh Gospod, oživi svoje delo v sredi let, v sredi let ga daj spoznati, v besu se spomni usmiljenja.
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 je prišel iz Temána in Sveti z gore Parán. (Sela) Njegova slava je pokrila nebo in zemlja je bila polna njegove hvale.
4 And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
Njegov sijaj je bil kakor svetloba; imel je rogove, izhajajoče iz njegove roke in tam je bilo skrivališče njegove moči.
5 Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
Pred njim je odšla kužna bolezen in goreče oglje je šlo naprej ob njegovih stopalih.
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.
Stal je in izmeril zemljo. Pogledal je in razgnal narode in večne gore so bile razkropljene, starodavni hribi so se upognili. Njegove poti so večne.
7 Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Videl sem kušánske šotore v stiski in zavese midjánske dežele so trepetale.
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.
Mar je bil Gospod nezadovoljen zoper reke? Je bila tvoja jeza zoper reke? Je bil tvoj bes zoper morje, da si jahal na svojih konjih in svojih bojnih vozovih rešitve duš?
9 You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
Tvoj lok je bil razgaljen, glede na prisege rodov, celo tvojo besedo. (Sela) Zemljo si oklenil z rekami.
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.
Gore so te videle in so trepetale, preplavljanje vodá je šlo mimo, globina je izustila svoj glas in svoje roke vzdignila na visoko.
11 Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
Sonce in luna sta mirno stala v svojem prebivališču. Ob svetlobi tvojih puščic sta šla in ob siju tvoje lesketajoče sulice.
12 In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
V ogorčenju si korakal skozi deželo, pogane si mlatil v jezi.
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)
Šel si naprej zaradi rešitve duš svojega ljudstva, celó zaradi rešitve duš s svojim maziljenim. Ti raniš poglavarja hiše zlobnih z razkritjem temelja do vratu. (Sela)
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.
Z njegovimi kopji si prebodel poglavarja njegovih vasi. Ven so prišli kakor vrtinčast veter, da me razkropijo. Njihovo razveseljevanje je bilo kakor, da bi na skrivaj požrli ubogega.
15 You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
Skozi morje si hodil s svojimi konji, skozi kup velikih vodá.
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.
Ko sem slišal, je moj trebuh trepetal, moje ustnice so drgetale ob glasu. Gniloba je vstopila v moje kosti in v sebi sem trepetal, da bi lahko počival na dan stiske. Ko prihaja gor k ljudstvu, jih bo preplavil s svojimi krdeli.
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,
Čeprav figovo drevo ne bo cvetelo niti ne bo sadu na trtah, [čeprav] bo trud oljke odpovedal in polja ne bodo obrodila nobene hrane; [čeprav] bo trop odrezan od staje in v hlevih ne bo črede,
18 Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
se bom vendar veselil v Gospodu, užival bom v Bogu rešitve moje duše.
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 Bog je moja moč in on bo moja stopala naredil podobna košutinim stopalom in dal mi bo, da hodim na svojih visokih krajih. Vodilnemu pevcu na moja glasbila na strune.
