Habakkuk 3
1 The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, in the form of an ode.
ORATIO HABACUC PROPHETAe PRO IGNORANTIIS.
2 O Jehovah, I have heard thy words, and tremble. O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make it known, In wrath remember mercy!
Domine audivi auditionem tuam, et timui. Domine opus tuum in medio annorum vivifica illud: In medio annorum notum facies: cum iratus fueris, misericordiae recordaberis.
3 God cometh from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran; His glory covereth the heavens, And the earth is full of his praise.
Deus ab Austro veniet, et sanctus de monte Pharan: Operuit caelos gloria eius: et laudis eius plena est terra.
4 His brightness is as the light; Rays stream forth from his hand, And there is the hiding-place of his power.
Splendor eius ut lux erit: cornua in manibus eius: Ibi abscondita est fortitudo eius:
5 Before him goeth the pestilence, And the plague followeth his steps.
ante faciem eius ibit mors. Egredietur diabolus ante pedes eius.
6 He standeth, and measureth the earth; He beholdeth, and maketh the nations tremble; The everlasting mountains are broken asunder; The eternal hills sink down; The eternal paths are trodden by him.
Stetit, et mensus est terram. Aspexit, et dissolvit Gentes: et contriti sunt montes saeculi. Incurvati sunt colles mundi, ab itineribus aeternitatis eius.
7 I see the tents of Cushan in affliction, And the canopies of the land of Midian tremble.
Pro iniquitate vidi tentoria Aethiopiae, turbabuntur pelles terrae Madian.
8 Is the anger of Jehovah kindled against the rivers, Is thy wrath against the rivers, Is thy indignation against the floods, That thou ridest on with thy horses, Upon thy chariots of victory?
Numquid in fluminibus iratus es Domine? aut in fluminibus furor tuus? vel in mari indignatio tua? Qui ascendis super equos tuos: et quadrigae tuae salvatio.
9 Thy bow is made bare; Curses are the arrows of thy word; Thou causest rivers to break forth from the earth.
Suscitans suscitabis arcum tuum: iuramenta tribubus quae locutus es: Fluvios scindes terrae:
10 The mountains see thee and tremble; The flood of waters overflows; The deep uttereth his voice, And lifteth up his hands on high.
viderunt te, et doluerunt montes: gurges aquarum transiit. Dedit abyssus vocem suam: altitudo manus suas levavit.
11 The sun and the moon remain in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows which fly, At the brightness of the lightning of thy spear.
Sol, et luna steterunt in habitaculo suo, in luce sagittarum tuarum, ibunt in splendore fulgurantis hastae tuae.
12 Thou marchest through the land in indignation; Thou thrashest the nations in anger;
In fremitu conculcabis terram: et in furore obstupefacies Gentes.
13 Thou goest forth for the deliverance of thy people, For the deliverance of thine anointed. Thou smitest the head of the house of the wicked; Thou destroyest the foundation even to the neck.
Egressus es in salutem populi tui: in salutem cum Christo tuo: Percussisti caput de domo impii: denudasti fundamentum eius usque ad collum.
14 Thou piercest with his own spears the chief of his captains, Who rushed like a whirlwind to scatter us; Who exulted, as if they should devour the distressed in a hiding-place.
Maledixisti sceptris eius, capiti bellatorum eius, venientibus ut turbo ad dispergendum me. Exultatio eorum sicut eius, qui devorat pauperem in abscondito.
15 Thou ridest through the sea with thy horses, Through the raging of mighty waters.
Viam fecisti in mari equis tuis, in luto aquarum multarum.
16 I have heard, and my heart trembleth; My lips quiver at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and my knees tremble, That I must wait in silence for the day of trouble, When the invader shall come up against my people!
Audivi, et conturbatus est venter meus: a voce contremuerunt labia mea. Ingrediatur putredo in ossibus meis, et subter me scateat. Ut requiescam in die tribulationis: ut ascendam ad populum accinctum nostrum.
17 For the fig-tree shall not blossom, And there shall be no fruit upon the vine; The produce of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food. The flocks shall he cut off from the folds, And there shall be no herd in the stalls.
Ficus enim non florebit: et non erit germen in vineis. Mentietur opus olivae: et arva non afferent cibum. Abscindetur de ovili pecus: et non erit armentum in praesepibus.
18 Yet will I rejoice in Jehovah, I will exult in God, my helper.
Ego autem in Domino gaudebo: et exultabo in Deo Iesu meo.
19 The Lord Jehovah is my strength; He will make my feet like the hind's, And cause me to walk upon my high places. “To the leader of the music on my stringed instruments.”
Deus Dominus fortitudo mea: et ponet pedes meos quasi cervorum. Et super excelsa mea deducet me victor in psalmis canentem.
