Habakkuk 1
1 The burden that Habakkuk the prophet has seen:
Det Udsagn, Profeten Habakkuk skuede.
2 Until when, O YHWH, have I cried, And You do not hear? I cry to You, “Violence!” And You do not save.
Hvor længe skal jeg klage, HERRE, uden du hører, skrige til dig over Vold, uden du frelser?
3 Why do You show me iniquity, And cause [me] to behold perversity? And spoiling and violence [are] before me, And there is strife, and contention lifts [itself] up,
Hvi lader du mig skue Uret, være Vidne til Kvide? Ødelæggelse og Vold har jeg for Øje, der opstod Kiv, og Strid kom op.
4 Therefore law ceases, And judgment does not go forth forever, For the wicked is surrounding the righteous, Therefore wrong judgment goes forth.
Derfor ligger Loven lammet, og Ret kommer aldrig frem. Thi når gudløse trænger retfærdige, fremkommer krøget Ret.
5 “Look on nations, and behold and marvel greatly. For a work He is working in your days, You do not believe though it is declared.
Se eder om blandt Folkene til Skræk og Rædsel for eder! Thi en Gerning gør han i eders Dage, som I ej vilde tro, om det fortaltes.
6 For behold, I am raising up the Chaldeans, The bitter and hasty nation, That is going to the broad places of earth, To occupy dwelling places not his own.
Thi se, han vækker Kaldæerne, det grumme og raske Folk, som drager viden om Lande for at indtage andres Bo.
7 He [is] terrible and fearful, His judgment and his excellence go forth from him.
Forfærdeligt, frygteligt er det, Ødelæggelse udgår derfra.
8 His horses have been swifter than leopards, And sharper than evening wolves, And his horsemen have increased, Even his horsemen from afar come in, They fly as an eagle, hastening to consume.
Dets Heste er rappere end Pantere, mer viltre end Ulve ved Kvæld; dets Rytterheste kommer i Spring, flyvende langvejs fra. Som Ørnen i Fart efter Føde
9 All for violence—he comes in, Their faces swallowing up the east wind, And he gathers a captivity as the sand.
er de alle på Vej efter Vold. De higede stadig mod Øst og samlede Fanger som Sand.
10 And he scoffs at kings, And princes [are] a laughter to him, He laughs at every fortification, And he heaps up dust, and captures it.
Med Kongerne drev det Spot, Fyrsterne lo det kun ad. Det lo ad hver en Fæstning, opdynged en Vold og tog den.
11 Then the spirit has passed on, Indeed, he transgresses, And [ascribes] this—his power—to his god.”
Så suste det videre som Stormen og gjorde sin Kraft til sin Gud.
12 Are You not of old, O YHWH, my God, my Holy One? We do not die, O YHWH, You have appointed him for judgment, And, O Rock, You have founded him for reproof.
Er du ikke fra fordum HERREN, min hellige Gud? - Vi skal ej dø - HERRE, har du sat ham til Dommer, givet ham Fuldmagt til Straf?
13 Purer of eyes than to behold evil, You are not able to look on perverseness, Why do You behold the treacherous? You keep silent when the wicked Swallow the more righteous than he,
Dit rene Blik afskyr ondt, du tåler ej Synet af Kvide; hvi ser du da tavs på Ransmænd, at gudløs sluger sin Overmand i Retfærd?
14 And You make man as fishes of the sea, As a creeping thing [with] none ruling over him.
Med Mennesker gør du som med Havets Fisk, som med Kryb, der er uden Hersker:
15 He has brought up each of them with a hook, He catches it in his net, and gathers it in his dragnet, Therefore he delights and rejoices.
Han fisker dem alle med Krog, slæber dem bort i sit Vod og samler dem i sit Garn; derfor er han jublende glad;
16 Therefore he sacrifices to his net, And makes incense to his dragnet, For by them [is] his portion fertile, and his food fat.
han ofrer derfor til sit Vod, tænder Offerild for sit Garn. Ved dem blev bans Del jo fed og kraftig blev hans Føde.
17 Does he therefore empty his net, And continually not spare to slay nations?
Skal han altid tømme sit Vod og slå Folk ihjel uden Skånsel?
