Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Ⱨabakkuk pǝyƣǝmbǝrning duasi, «Xiggaon» aⱨangida: —
2 YHWH, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, YHWH. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
«Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝn hǝwiringni anglidim, ǝyminip ⱪorⱪtum. I Pǝrwǝrdigar, yillar arisida ixingni ⱪaytidin janlandurƣaysǝn, Yillar arisida ixingni tonutⱪaysǝn; Dǝrƣǝzǝptǝ bolƣiningda rǝⱨimdilliⱪni esinggǝ kǝltürgǝysǝn!
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Tǝngri Temandin, Pak-Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqi Paran teƣidin kǝldi; (Selaⱨ) Uning xan-xǝripi asmanlarni ⱪaplidi, Yǝr yüzi uning mǝdⱨiyiliri bilǝn toldi;
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Uning parⱪiraⱪliⱪi tang nuridǝk boldi, Ⱪolidin qaⱪmaⱪ qaⱪⱪandǝk ikki nur qiⱪti; Xu yǝrdǝ uning küq-ⱪudriti yoxurunup turidu.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Uning aldidin waba, Putliridin qoƣdǝk yalⱪun qiⱪmaⱪta idi;
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.
U turup yǝr yüzini mɵlqǝrlidi; U ⱪariwidi, ǝllǝrni dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ saldi; «mǝnggü taƣlar» parǝ-parǝ ⱪilindi, «ǝbǝdiy dɵng-egizliklǝr» egildürüldi, Uning yolliri bolsa ǝbǝdiydur.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Mǝn Kuxan ⱪǝbilisining qedirlirining parakǝndiqiliktǝ bolƣanliⱪini, Midiyan zeminidiki pǝrdilǝrni titrǝk basⱪanliⱪini kɵrdum.
8 Was YHWH 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?
Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝryalarƣa aqqiⱪlandimikin? Sening ƣǝziping dǝryalarƣa ⱪaritildimikin? Ⱪǝⱨring dengizƣa ⱪaritildimikin? Atliringƣa, nijat-ⱪutⱪuzuxni epkelidiƣan jǝng ⱨarwiliringƣa minip kǝlgǝnƣusǝn!
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Sening oⱪyaying ayan ⱪilindi, Sɵzüng boyiqǝ, [Israil] ⱪǝbililirigǝ iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmliring üqün ayan ⱪilindi! (Selaⱨ) Sǝn yǝr yüzini dǝrya-kǝlkünlǝr bilǝn ayriwǝtting.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Taƣlar Seni kɵrüp, azablinip tolƣinip kǝtti; Dolⱪunlap aⱪⱪan sular kǝlkündǝk ɵtüp kǝtti; Qongⱪur dengiz awazini ⱪoyuwetip, Ⱪollirini yuⱪiriƣa ɵrlǝtti.
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.
Etilƣan oⱪliringning parⱪiraⱪ nurini kɵrüp, Palildiƣan nǝyzǝngning yoruⱪluⱪini kɵrüp, Ⱪuyax ⱨǝm ay ɵz turalƣusida jim turdi.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Sǝn aqqiⱪingda yǝr yüzidin ɵtüp yürüx ⱪilding; Əllǝrni ƣǝzipingdǝ ziraǝtni soⱪⱪandǝk soⱪtung;
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)
Ɵz hǝlⱪingning nijat-ⱪutⱪuzuluxi üqün, Sǝn Ɵz Mǝsiⱨing bilǝn billǝ nijat-ⱪutⱪuzux üqün qiⱪting; Ulini boyniƣiqǝ eqip taxlap, Rǝzilning jǝmǝtining bexini urup-yanjip, uningdin ayriwǝtting; (Selaⱨ)
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.
Sǝn uning nǝyziliri bilǝn sǝrdarlirining bexiƣa sanjiding; Ular dǝⱨxǝtlik ⱪara ⱪuyundǝk meni tarⱪitiwetixkǝ qiⱪti, Ularning huxalliⱪi ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoxurun jayda yalmap yutuxtin ibarǝttur!
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Sǝn atliring bilǝn dengizdin, Yǝni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilinƣan uluƣ sulardin ɵtüp mangding!
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.
Mǝn bularni anglidim, iqi-baƣrimni titrǝk basti; Awazni anglap kalpuklirim dir-dir ⱪildi, Ustihanlirim qirip kǝtkǝndǝk boldi, Putlirimni titrǝk basti; Qünki mǝn külpǝtlik künidǝ, Yǝni ɵz hǝlⱪimgǝ tajawuz ⱪilƣuqi besip kirgǝn künidimu, Sǝwr-hatirjǝmliktǝ turuxum kerǝk.
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:
Qünki ǝnjür dǝrihi qeqǝklimisimu, Üzüm tallirida mewǝ bolmisimu, Zǝytun dǝrihigǝ ⱪilƣan ǝjir yoⱪⱪa qiⱪⱪan bolsimu, Etizlar ⱨeq ⱨosul bǝrmigǝn bolsimu, Ⱪotandin ⱪoy padisi üzülgǝn bolsimu, Eƣilda kala padisi yoⱪ bolsimu,
18 yet I will rejoice in YHWH. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
Mǝn ⱨaman Pǝrwǝrdigardin xadlinimǝn, Manga nijatimni bǝrgüqi Hudayimdin xadliⱪⱪa qɵmülimǝn,
19 YHWH 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.
Pǝrwǝrdigar, Rǝb, mening küq-ⱪudritimdur; U mening putlirimni keyikningkidǝk ⱪilidu; Meni yuⱪiri jaylirimda mangƣuzidu! (Bu küy nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar bilǝn oⱪulsun).
