Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Molitev preroka Habakúka na Šiginot.
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 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 came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise 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 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Njegov sijaj je bil kakor svetloba; imel je rogove, izhajajoče iz njegove roke in tam je bilo skrivališče njegove moči.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Pred njim je odšla kužna bolezen in goreče oglje je šlo naprej ob njegovih stopalih.
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.
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 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Videl sem kušánske šotore v stiski in zavese midjánske dežele so trepetale.
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?
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 uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Tvoj lok je bil razgaljen, glede na prisege rodov, celo tvojo besedo. (Sela) Zemljo si oklenil z rekami.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on 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 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.
Sonce in luna sta mirno stala v svojem prebivališču. Ob svetlobi tvojih puščic sta šla in ob siju tvoje lesketajoče sulice.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
V ogorčenju si korakal skozi deželo, pogane si mlatil v jezi.
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)
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 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.
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 trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Skozi morje si hodil s svojimi konji, skozi kup velikih vodá.
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.
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 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:
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 will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
se bom vendar veselil v Gospodu, užival bom v Bogu rešitve moje duše.
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.
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.
