Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
Ny fivavak’ i Habakoka mpaminany. Araka ny Sigionota.
2 I have heard, Lord, of your fame, I have seen, Lord, your work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy.
Jehovah ô, efa reko ny filazana Anao, ka raiki-tahotra aho; Jehovah ô, velomy ny asanao ao an-tenatenan’ ny taona, Ataovy fantatra ao an-tenatenan’ ny taona izany; Na dia tezitra aza Hianao, tsarovy ny indrafo.
3 God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendor fills the earth.
Tamy avy any Temana Andriamanitra, Dia ny iray Masìna avy any an-tendrombohitra Parana. (Sela) Manarona ny lanitra ny voninahiny, Ary manenika ny tany ny fiderana Azy.
4 Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
Misy famirapiratana toy ny mazava, Ary misy tàna-masoandro avy eo amin’ ny tànany; Ary ao no fieren’ ny heriny.
5 Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
Eo alohany no andehanan’ ny areti-mandringana, Ary areti-mandripaka no mivoaka avy eo aoriany.
6 He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. These are his ways from of old.
Mijanona Izy ka manozongozona ny tany; Mijery Izy ka mampangovitra ny firenena, Ary torotoro ny tendrombohitra mandrakizay, Mietry ny havoana fahagola, Fanaony hatry ny fahagola ny Azy.
7 The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
Mahita ny lain’ i Kosana azom-pahoriana aho, Sady mipararetra ny ambain-dain’ ny tany Midiana.
8 Is your wrath, Lord, with the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory?
Moa amin’ ny ony va no irehetan’ ny fahatezeran’ i Jehovah? Amin’ ny ony va no ahatezeranao, Na amin’ ny ranomasina va no ahasosoranao, No dia mitaingina ny soavalinao sy ny kalesim-pamonjenao Hianao?
9 Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
Nalan-tsarona ny tsipìkanao; Efa nianianana ny fikapohan’ ny teny. (Sela) Namakivaky ny tany Hianao mba hisy ony.
10 The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
Nahita Anao ny tendrombohitra ka toran-kovitra; Mirotsaka ny ranonorana mivatravatra, Mamoa-peo ny lalina Sady manangan-tanana ho amin’ ny avo.
11 The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. Your arrows go forth to give light. Your glittering spear is as lightning.
Ny masoandro sy ny volana niditra teo amin’ ny fitoerany, Noho ny fahazavan’ ny zana-tsipìkanao mitsoriaka Sy ny fanelatselatry ny lefonao mamirapiratra.
12 In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
Amin’ ny fahatezeranao no anitsahanao ny tany; Amin’ ny fahaviniranao no anosihosenao ny firenena.
13 You go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to neck. (Selah)
Mivoaka hamonjy ny olonao Hianao, dia hamonjy ny voahosotrao; Torotoroinao ny tapenaky ny tranon’ ny ratsy fanahy, Ka ahariharinao hatreo an-tenatenany ny fanorenany. (Sela)
14 You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
Ny lefony ihany no anaboroahanao ny lohan’ ireo miaramilany betsaka, Izay avy toy ny tadio hanely ahy, Sady mifaly handany mangingina ny ory izy.
15 You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
Mitety ny ranomasina amin’ ny soavalinao Hianao, Dia eny amin’ ny rano be miavovona.
16 I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us.
Nony mandre aho, dia mandevilevy ny kiboko; Ny molotro mipararetra noho ny feo; Azon’ ny fahalòvana ny taolako, ary mangovitra aho; Fa tsy maintsy miandry ny andro fahoriana aho, Dia izay hiakaran’ ny mpanao andiany hamely ny olonao.
17 Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
Fa na dia tsy mamontsina aza ny aviavy, Ary tsy misy voany ny voaloboka, Na dia mahadiso fanantenana aza ny oliva, Ary tsy mahavokatra hohanina ny saha, Na dia vonoina aza ny ondry ao amin’ ny vala, Ary tsy misy omby ao am-pahitra,
18 yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
Nefa izaho dia mbola hifaly amin’ i Jehovah ihany Sy hiravoravo amin’ Andriamanitry ny famonjena ahy.
19 The Lord God is my strength; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.
Jehovah Tompo no tanjako, Ary manao ny tongotro ho toy ny an’ ny dieravavy Izy Ka mampandeha ahy any amin’ ny havoanako. Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Hampiarahina amin’ ny valiha.
