Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer by Habakkuk the prophet, —in the manner of an Ode.
Àdúrà wòlíì Habakuku gẹ́gẹ́ bí sígónótì. Ohun èlò orin.
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?
Olúwa mo tí gbọ́ ohùn rẹ; ẹ̀rù sì ba mi fún iṣẹ́ rẹ Olúwa sọ wọn di ọ̀tún ní ọjọ́ ti wa, ní àkókò tiwa, jẹ́ kó di mí mọ̀; ni ìbínú, rántí àánú.
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:
Ọlọ́run yóò wa láti Temani, ibi mímọ́ jùlọ láti òkè Parani ògo rẹ̀ sí bo àwọn ọ̀run, ilé ayé sì kún fún ìyìn rẹ.
4 And, a brightness, as light, appeareth, Rays, out of his hand, hath he, —and, there, is the hiding of his power.
Dídán rẹ sí dàbí ìmọ́lẹ̀ oòrùn ìtànṣán ìmọ́lẹ̀ jáde wa láti ọwọ́ rẹ, níbi tí wọn fi agbára rẹ̀ pamọ́ sí.
5 Before him, marcheth pestilence, —and fever, goeth forth, at his feet:
Àjàkálẹ̀-ààrùn ń lọ ni iwájú rẹ; ìyọnu sí ń tọ ẹsẹ̀ rẹ lọ.
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.
Ó dúró, ó sì mi ayé; ó wò, ó sì mú àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè wárìrì a sì tú àwọn òkè ńlá ayérayé ká, àwọn òkè kéékèèké ayérayé sì tẹríba: ọ̀nà rẹ ayérayé ni.
7 Under distress, saw I the tents of Ethiopia, —tremble, do the curtains of the land of Midian.
Mo rí àgọ́ Kuṣani nínú ìpọ́njú àti àwọn ibùgbé Midiani nínú ìrora.
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!
Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ha ń bínú sí àwọn odò nì, Olúwa? Ǹjẹ́ ìbínú rẹ wa lórí àwọn odò ṣíṣàn bí? Ìbínú rẹ ha wá sórí Òkun tí ìwọ fi ń gun ẹṣin, àti kẹ̀kẹ́ ìgbàlà rẹ?
9 To nakedness, is bared thy bow, oaths of chastisement—song! (Selah) With rivers, thou dost cleave open the land.
A ṣí ọrun rẹ sílẹ̀ pátápátá, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìbúra àwọn ẹ̀yà, àní ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ, ìwọ sì fi odò pín ilẹ̀ ayé.
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.
Àwọn òkè ńlá ri ọ wọn sì wárìrì àgbàrá òjò ń sàn án kọjá lọ; ibú ń ké ramúramù ó sì gbé irú omi sókè.
11 Sun, moon, have stood still, on high, —like light, thine arrows, speed along, like brightness, is the flash of thy spear.
Òòrùn àti Òṣùpá dúró jẹ́ẹ́jẹ́ ni ibùgbé wọn, pẹ̀lú ìmọ́lẹ̀ ọfà rẹ ni wọn yára lọ, àti ni dídán ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ ti ń kọ mànà.
12 In wrath, dost thou stride through the land, —in anger, dost thou thresh the nations.
Ní ìrunú ni ìwọ rin ilẹ̀ náà já, ní ìbínú ni ìwọ tí tẹ́ àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè rẹ.
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)
Ìwọ jáde lọ láti tú àwọn ènìyàn rẹ sílẹ̀, àti láti gba ẹni àmì òróró rẹ là, Ìwọ ti run àwọn olórí kúrò nínú ilẹ̀ àwọn ènìyàn búburú, ó sì bọ ìhámọ́ra rẹ láti orí de ẹsẹ̀.
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!
Pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ̀ kí ó fi gún orí rẹ nígbà tí àwọn jagunjagun rẹ̀ jáde láti tú wá ká, ayọ̀ wọn sì ni láti jẹ tálákà run ní ìkọ̀kọ̀.
15 Thou hast driven, into the sea, thy chariot-horses. Foaming are the mighty waters!
Ìwọ fi ẹṣin rẹ rìn Òkun já, ó sì da àwọn omi ńlá ru.
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.
Mo gbọ́, ọkàn mi sì wárìrì, ètè mi sì gbọ̀n sí ìró náà; ìbàjẹ́ sì wọ inú egungun mi lọ, ẹsẹ̀ mi sì wárìrì, mo dúró ni ìdákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ fún ọjọ́ ìdààmú láti de sórí àwọn ènìyàn tó ń dojúkọ wá.
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,
Bí igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ ko tilẹ̀ tanná, tí èso kò sí nínú àjàrà; tí igi olifi ko le so, àwọn oko ko sì mú oúnjẹ wá; tí a sì ké agbo ẹran kúrò nínú agbo, tí kò sì sí ọwọ́ ẹran ni ibùso mọ́,
18 Yet, I, in Yahweh, will rejoice, —I will exult in the God of my salvation.
síbẹ̀, èmi ó láyọ̀ nínú Olúwa, èmi yóò sí máa yọ nínú Ọlọ́run ìgbàlà mi.
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.
Olúwa Olódùmarè ni agbára mi, òun yóò sí ṣe ẹsẹ̀ mi bí ẹsẹ̀ abo àgbọ̀nrín, yóò sí mú mi rìn lórí ibi gíga. Sí olórí akọrin lórí ohun èlò orin olókùn mi.
