Habakkuk 1
1 The message seen by the prophet Habakkuk.
Onus, quod vidit Habacuc propheta.
2 How long, Lord, have I cried out and without you hearing me! I cry to you, “Violence!” but you do not help.
Usquequo Domine clamabo, et non exaudies? vociferabor ad te vim patiens, et non salvabis?
3 Why do you make me look upon wickedness and behold trouble? Destruction and violence are before my eyes, and fighting and quarrelling.
Quare ostendisti mihi iniquitatem, et laborem, videre prædam, et iniustitiam contra me? et factum est iudicium, et contradictio potentior.
4 Therefore the law is weak, and justice is never rendered; for the wicked surround the righteous, so that justice is perverted.
Propter hoc lacerata est lex, et non pervenit usque ad finem iudicium: quia impius prævalet adversus iustum, propterea egreditur iudicium perversum.
5 Look at the nations, look well, be shocked and amazed. For I am about to do a work in your days; you will not believe it when it is told.
Aspicite in gentibus, et videte: admiramini, et obstupescite: quia opus factum est in diebus vestris, quod nemo credet cum narrabitur.
6 For I am about to raise up the Chaldeans, a nation grim and quick of action who sweep over the whole breadth of the earth to seize dwellings not their own.
Quia ecce ego suscitabo Chaldæos, gentem amaram et velocem, ambulantem super latitudinem terræ, ut possideat tabernacula non sua.
7 They bring fear and terror. They write their own rules.
Horribilis, et terribilis est: ex semetipsa iudicium, et onus eius egredietur.
8 Their horses are swifter than leopards, quicker than wolves hunting at dusk. From afar they come swooping down, like an eagle attacking its prey.
Leviores pardis equi eius, et velociores lupis vespertinis: et diffundentur equites eius: equites namque eius de longe venient, volabunt quasi aquila festinans ad comedendum.
9 They all come to do violence, a horde like a desert wind, they gather up captives like sand.
Omnes ad prædam venient, facies eorum ventus urens: et congregabit quasi arenam, captivitatem.
10 At kings they scoff, and princes are sport to them. They laugh at every fortress, and heap up earth to take it.
Et ipse de regibus triumphabit, et tyranni ridiculi eius erunt: ipse super omnem munitionem ridebit, et comportabit aggerem, et capiet eam.
11 Then they sweep on like the wind, Their strength is their god.
Tunc mutabitur spiritus, et pertransibit; et corruet: hæc est fortitudo eius dei sui.
12 Are you not eternal, Lord, my holy one, who does not die? Lord you have appointed them to execute judgment, my rock, you have established them to punish.
Numquid non tu a principio Domine Deus meus, sancte meus, et non moriemur? Domine in iudicium posuisti eum: et fortem ut corriperes, fundasti eum.
13 Your eyes are too pure to look at evil, you cannot condone iniquity. So why do you regard the treacherous in silence, while the wicked swallows the upright?
Mundi sunt oculi tui, ne videas malum, et respicere ad iniquitatem non poteris. Quare respicis super iniqua agentes, et taces devorante impio iustiorem se?
14 You have made people like the fish of the sea, like reptiles that have no ruler.
Et facies homines quasi pisces maris, et quasi reptile non habens principem.
15 The wicked sweep them all into their nets, and gather them into their drag-nets, and rejoice and celebrate.
Totum in hamo sublevavit, traxit illud in sagena sua, et congregavit in rete suum. Super hoc lætabitur et exultabit.
16 Therefore they sacrifice to their net, and burn offerings to their drag-net; for by their nets are their portions generous, and their food is rich.
Propterea immolabit sagenæ suæ, et sacrificabit reti suo: quia in ipsis incrassata est pars eius, et cibus eius electus.
17 Will they empty their nets continually, slaughter nations unpityingly?
Propter hoc ergo expandit sagenam suam, et semper interficere gentes non parcet.
