Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Saa mpaeɛbɔ yi, Habakuk too no sɛ dwom:
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.
Awurade, mate wo ho nsɛm nyinaa, na me ho adwiri me wɔ wʼanwanwannwuma a woayɛ ho, Yɛ no foforɔ wɔ yɛn mmerɛ so. Yɛn mmerɛ yi mu, ma wɔnhunu. Wʼabofuhyeɛ mu no, kae wo mmɔborɔhunu.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Onyankopɔn firi Teman baeɛ, Ɔkronkronni a ɔfiri Bepɔ Paran so, Nʼanimuonyam kata ɔsoro, na nʼayɛyie hyɛ asase so ma.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Ɔhyerɛn sɛ anɔpawia. Ɛhan no twa ogya firi ne nsam, Ɛhɔ na ne tumi ahinta.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Ɔyaredɔm di nʼanim kɔ; Na nsaneyadeɛ di nʼakyi pɛɛ.
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.
Sɛ ɔgyina a, asase woso. Sɛ ɔhwɛ a, ɔma aman woso. Tete mmepɔ dwiri, na nkokoɔ a ɛfiri tete no ka sram so. Nʼakwan nntwa mu da.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Mehunuu Kusanfoɔ ntomadan a ateteɛ ne Midianfoɔ atenaeɛ a agyigya.
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?
Awurade, wo bo fuu nsubɔntene no? Wʼabofuo no tiaa nsuwansuwa no? Wosɔre tiaa ɛpo, ɛberɛ a wo ne wʼapɔnkɔ ne nkonimdie nteaseɛnam nam.
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Woyii wo tadua, Wobisaa sɛ wɔmmrɛ wo agyan bebree. Wode nsubɔntene paapae asase mu.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Mmepɔ hunuu wo, na wɔwosoeɛ Nsuohwiam bɛsene kɔeɛ. Ebunu no woro so, na ɛhuru baa soro.
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.
Owia ne ɔsrane gyinagyinaa sorosoro hɔ, ɛberɛ a wohunuu wʼagyan a ɛnenam ewiem no hann no ne wo pea a ɛpa nyinam nyinam no.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Wʼabufuhyeɛ mu no, wonante twaa asase so na wode abufuo tiatiaa aman no so.
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)
Wobaeɛ sɛ worebɛgye wo nkurɔfoɔ, na woagye deɛ wɔasra no no nkwa. Wopɛkyɛɛ atirimuɔdenfoɔ ɔman no kandifoɔ, wopaa ne ho ntoma firi ne tiri so kɔsii ne nan ase.
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.
Wode ɔno ankasa pea hweree ne tiri mu, ɛberɛ a nʼakofoɔ bɔɔ yerɛdɛ sɛ wɔrebɛhwete yɛn mu. Wɔpɛɛ sɛ wɔbɛtɔre mmɔborɔfoɔ a wɔakɔ atɛ no ase koraa.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Wode wʼapɔnkɔ tiatiaa ɛpo no mu, ma nsuo kɛseɛ no huruiɛ.
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.
Meteeɛ no, mʼakoma tuuɛ, nnyegyeeɛ no maa mʼano poo biribiri; aporɔ hyɛnee me nnompe mu, na me nan wosoeɛ. Nanso mɛto me bo ase atwɛn akɔsi sɛ amanehunu da bɛduru ɔman a wɔto hyɛɛ yɛn so no.
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:
Ɛwom, borɔdɔma nnua no nguu nhwiren, na aba nso nni bobe no so; ɛwom, ngo dua no adi hwammɔ na mfuo no mmɔ aduane. Ɛwom, nnwan biara nni buo no mu, na anantwie nso nni ban no mu.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
Nanso, mʼani bɛgye Awurade mu; me ho bɛsɛpɛ me wɔ Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ mʼagyenkwa no mu.
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.
Otumfoɔ Awurade yɛ mʼahoɔden. Ɔma me nan yɛ sɛ ɔforoteɛ deɛ, ɔma me nante sorɔnsorɔmmea. Wɔmfa mpaeɛ yi mma nnwomtofoɔ ntuanoni no. Na wɔnto no wɔ me nhoma nnwontodeɛ no so.
