Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Libondeli ya Mosakoli Abakuki, na tina na lolenge ya banzembo ya mawa.
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
Oh Yawe, nayokaki sango ya Kombo na Yo! Yawe, nabangaki misala na Yo. Sala yango lisusu na tango na biso! Sala ete eyebana lisusu na tango na biso! Kasi ata soki otomboki ndenge nini, kobosanaka te mawa na Yo mpo na biso.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Nzambe abimelaki na engumba Temani, Mosantu abimelaki na ngomba Parani. Nkembo na Ye ezipaki likolo, mpe lokumu na Ye etondisaki mabele.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Azalaki kongenga lokola moyi, mpe pole makasi ezalaki kobimela na loboko na Ye, epai wapi nguya na Ye ebombamaka.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Bokono oyo ebomaka ezalaki kotambola liboso na Ye, mpe pasi makasi ezalaki kolanda matambe na Ye na sima.
6 He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
Tango atelemaki, mabele ekomaki koningana makasi; tango abalolaki elongi na Ye mpo na kotala, bato ya bikolo bakomaki kolenga, bangomba milayi oyo ya kala-kala ebukanaki, mpe bangomba mikuse oyo ya kala-kala ekitaki; kasi banzela na Ye ewumelaka seko na seko.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Namonaki bandako ya kapo ya Kushani kati na pasi, mpe bandako ya mokili ya Madiani kati na mitungisi.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
Oh Yawe, otombokelaki nde bibale? Osopelaki nde miluka kanda na Yo? Osilikelaki nde ebale monene tango ozalaki kotambola likolo ya bampunda, likolo ya bashar na Yo ya lokumu?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Obimisaki tolotolo na Yo na ebombelo na yango, maloba ya bandayi oyo olapaki ezalaki makonga na Yo. Ozindisaki mokili kati na bibale.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Soki bangomba emoni Yo, elengaka; mayi etiolaka makasi, ebale monene etombokaka mpe bambonge na yango emataka kino na likolo.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
Tango makonga ya mike etambolaka lokola mikalikali mpe makonga ebetaka lokola bakake, moyi mpe sanza etelemaka kuna na likolo.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Na kanda, otambolaka na mabele; mpe na kanda makasi na Yo, onyataka bikolo.
13 You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
Obimaka mpo na kokangola bato na Yo mpe mpo na kobikisa mopakolami na Yo. Obomaki mokambi ya mokili ya bato mabe, osambwisaki ye kobanda na moto kino na makolo.
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
Otobolaki ye moto na nzela ya likonga na ye moko, tango basoda na ye bazalaki koya na elulu lokola mopepe mpo na kopanza biso. Bazalaki kosepela na elikya ete bakoboma biso na nkuku.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Otambolaka na ebale elongo na bampunda na Yo; boye oningisaka mayi minene.
16 I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
Tango nayokaki sango oyo, motema na ngai ekomaki kobeta makasi, bibebu na ngai ekomaki kolenga, mikuwa na ngai ekomaki kopola mpe makolo na ngai ekomaki kolenga. Kasi nakokanga motema na ngai mpo na kozela mokolo ya pasi oyo ekokomela ekolo oyo ebundisaki biso.
17 For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls:
Nzokande, nzete ya figi ebimisi fololo te, nzete ya vino eboti mbuma te, nzete ya olive eboti mbuma te, bilanga ebimisi bilei te, bameme mpe bantaba ezali te kati na lopango, mpe bangombe ezali te kati na lopango.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
Kasi ngai nakosepela kati na Yawe mpe nakotondisama na esengo mingi kati na Nzambe, Mobikisi na ngai.
19 The LORD is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
Nkolo Yawe azali makasi na ngai: akomisaka makolo na ngai lokola makolo ya mboloko, apesaka ngai makasi ya komata kino na likolo ya bangomba.
