Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer by Habakkuk the prophet, —in the manner of an Ode.
| תְּפִלָּ֖ה לַחֲבַקּ֣וּק הַנָּבִ֑יא עַ֖ל שִׁגְיֹנֹֽות׃ |
2 O Yahweh, I have heard tidings of thee, I am afraid. O Yahweh! Thy work—in the midst of the years, O revive it, in the midst of the years, wilt thou make known? In trouble, wilt thou remember, compassion?
| יְהוָ֗ה שָׁמַ֣עְתִּי שִׁמְעֲךָ֮ יָרֵאתִי֒ יְהוָ֗ה פָּֽעָלְךָ֙ בְּקֶ֤רֶב שָׁנִים֙ חַיֵּ֔יהוּ בְּקֶ֥רֶב שָׁנִ֖ים תֹּודִ֑יעַ בְּרֹ֖גֶז רַחֵ֥ם תִּזְכֹּֽור׃ |
3 GOD, from Teman, cometh in, and, the Holy One, from Mount Paran. (Selah) His splendour, hath covered the heavens, and, his praise, hath filled the earth:
| אֱלֹ֙והַ֙ מִתֵּימָ֣ן יָבֹ֔וא וְקָדֹ֥ושׁ מֵֽהַר־פָּארָ֖ן סֶ֑לָה כִּסָּ֤ה שָׁמַ֙יִם֙ הֹודֹ֔ו וּתְהִלָּתֹ֖ו מָלְאָ֥ה הָאָֽרֶץ׃ |
4 And, a brightness, as light, appeareth, Rays, out of his hand, hath he, —and, there, is the hiding of his power.
| וְנֹ֙גַהּ֙ כָּאֹ֣ור תִּֽהְיֶ֔ה קַרְנַ֥יִם מִיָּדֹ֖ו לֹ֑ו וְשָׁ֖ם חֶבְיֹ֥ון עֻזֹּֽה׃ |
5 Before him, marcheth pestilence, —and fever, goeth forth, at his feet:
| לְפָנָ֖יו יֵ֣לֶךְ דָּ֑בֶר וְיֵצֵ֥א רֶ֖שֶׁף לְרַגְלָֽיו׃ |
6 He hath stood and measured the earth, he hath looked, and caused nations to tremble, and, scattered as dust, are the perpetual mountains, and, sunk, are the age-abiding hills, —Forthgoings age-abiding, are his.
| עָמַ֣ד ׀ וַיְמֹ֣דֶד אֶ֗רֶץ רָאָה֙ וַיַּתֵּ֣ר גֹּויִ֔ם וַיִּתְפֹּֽצְצוּ֙ הַרְרֵי־עַ֔ד שַׁח֖וּ גִּבְעֹ֣ות עֹולָ֑ם הֲלִיכֹ֥ות עֹולָ֖ם לֹֽו׃ |
7 Under distress, saw I the tents of Ethiopia, —tremble, do the curtains of the land of Midian.
| תַּ֣חַת אָ֔וֶן רָאִ֖יתִי אָהֳלֵ֣י כוּשָׁ֑ן יִרְגְּז֕וּן יְרִיעֹ֖ות אֶ֥רֶץ מִדְיָֽן׃ ס |
8 Against the rivers, is Yahweh wroth? Against the rivers, is thine anger? Against the sea, is thine indignation? For thou wilt ride on Thy horses, Thy chariots, [shall be] salvation!
| הֲבִנְהָרִים֙ חָרָ֣ה יְהוָ֔ה אִ֤ם בַּנְּהָרִים֙ אַפֶּ֔ךָ אִם־בַּיָּ֖ם עֶבְרָתֶ֑ךָ כִּ֤י תִרְכַּב֙ עַל־סוּסֶ֔יךָ מַרְכְּבֹתֶ֖יךָ יְשׁוּעָֽה׃ |
9 To nakedness, is bared thy bow, oaths of chastisement—song! (Selah) With rivers, thou dost cleave open the land.
| עֶרְיָ֤ה תֵעֹור֙ קַשְׁתֶּ֔ךָ שְׁבֻעֹ֥ות מַטֹּ֖ות אֹ֣מֶר סֶ֑לָה נְהָרֹ֖ות תְּבַקַּע־אָֽרֶץ׃ |
10 The mountains, have seen thee—they tremble, a downpour of waters, hath passed along, —the roaring deep, hath given forth, his voice, on high—his hand, hath he uplifted.
| רָא֤וּךָ יָחִ֙ילוּ֙ הָרִ֔ים זֶ֥רֶם מַ֖יִם עָבָ֑ר נָתַ֤ן תְּהֹום֙ קֹולֹ֔ו רֹ֖ום יָדֵ֥יהוּ נָשָֽׂא׃ |
11 Sun, moon, have stood still, on high, —like light, thine arrows, speed along, like brightness, is the flash of thy spear.
| שֶׁ֥מֶשׁ יָרֵ֖חַ עָ֣מַד זְבֻ֑לָה לְאֹ֤ור חִצֶּ֙יךָ֙ יְהַלֵּ֔כוּ לְנֹ֖גַהּ בְּרַ֥ק חֲנִיתֶֽךָ׃ |
12 In wrath, dost thou stride through the land, —in anger, dost thou thresh the nations.
| בְּזַ֖עַם תִּצְעַד־אָ֑רֶץ בְּאַ֖ף תָּד֥וּשׁ גֹּויִֽם׃ |
13 Thou hast come forth to the salvation of thy people, to salvation, with thine Anointed One, —Thou hast crushed the Head out of the house of the lawless one, baring the foundation up to the neck, (Selah)
| יָצָ֙אתָ֙ לְיֵ֣שַׁע עַמֶּ֔ךָ לְיֵ֖שַׁע אֶת־מְשִׁיחֶ֑ךָ מָחַ֤צְתָּ רֹּאשׁ֙ מִבֵּ֣ית רָשָׁ֔ע עָרֹ֛ות יְסֹ֥וד עַד־צַוָּ֖אר סֶֽלָה׃ פ |
14 Thou hast pierced, with his own staves, the head of his chiefs, they storm along, to scatter me, —their exultant thought, is, in very deed, to devour the oppressed one, in a secret place!
| נָקַ֤בְתָּ בְמַטָּיו֙ רֹ֣אשׁ פְּרָזֹו (פְּרָזָ֔יו) יִסְעֲר֖וּ לַהֲפִיצֵ֑נִי עֲלִ֣יצֻתָ֔ם כְּמֹו־לֶאֱכֹ֥ל עָנִ֖י בַּמִּסְתָּֽר׃ |
15 Thou hast driven, into the sea, thy chariot-horses. Foaming are the mighty waters!
| דָּרַ֥כְתָּ בַיָּ֖ם סוּסֶ֑יךָ חֹ֖מֶר מַ֥יִם רַבִּֽים׃ |
16 I heard, and I trembled within me, at the voice, my lips, quivered, decay, entered, my bones, and, in my limbs, I trembled, —though I am to find rest, in the day of distress, when their invader, cometh up against the people.
| שָׁמַ֣עְתִּי ׀ וַתִּרְגַּ֣ז בִּטְנִ֗י לְקֹול֙ צָלֲל֣וּ שְׂפָתַ֔י יָבֹ֥וא רָקָ֛ב בַּעֲצָמַ֖י וְתַחְתַּ֣י אֶרְגָּ֑ז אֲשֶׁ֤ר אָנ֙וּחַ֙ לְיֹ֣ום צָרָ֔ה לַעֲלֹ֖ות לְעַ֥ם יְגוּדֶֽנּוּ׃ |
17 Though, the fig-tree, should not blossom, and there be no sprouting in the vines, the yield of the olive, should have deceived, and, the fields, not have brought forth food, —the flock, have been consumed out of the fold, and there be no herd in the stalls,
| כִּֽי־תְאֵנָ֣ה לֹֽא־תִפְרָ֗ח וְאֵ֤ין יְבוּל֙ בַּגְּפָנִ֔ים כִּחֵשׁ֙ מַעֲשֵׂה־זַ֔יִת וּשְׁדֵמֹ֖ות לֹא־עָ֣שָׂה אֹ֑כֶל גָּזַ֤ר מִמִּכְלָה֙ צֹ֔אן וְאֵ֥ין בָּקָ֖ר בָּרְפָתִֽים׃ |
18 Yet, I, in Yahweh, will rejoice, —I will exult in the God of my salvation.
| וַאֲנִ֖י בַּיהוָ֣ה אֶעְלֹ֑וזָה אָגִ֖ילָה בֵּאלֹהֵ֥י יִשְׁעִֽי׃ |
19 Yahweh, My Lord, is my strength, therefore hath he made my feet like hinds, and, upon my high places, will he cause me to march along. To the chief musician, on my double harp.
| יְהוִ֤ה אֲדֹנָי֙ חֵילִ֔י וַיָּ֤שֶׂם רַגְלַי֙ כָּֽאַיָּלֹ֔ות וְעַ֥ל בָּמֹותַ֖י יַדְרִכֵ֑נִי לַמְנַצֵּ֖חַ בִּנְגִינֹותָֽי׃ |
