Habakkuk 3
1 The prayer of Habakkuk the prophet:
Okusaba kwa nnabbi Kaabakuuku, okw’Ekisigiyonosi.
2 Yahweh, I have heard your report, and I am afraid. Yahweh, revive your work in the midst of these times; in the midst of these times make it known; remember to have compassion in your wrath.
Ayi Mukama, mpulidde ebigambo byo; mpulidde ettutumu lyo Ayi Mukama, ne ntya. Bizze buggya mu nnaku zaffe, bimanyise mu biro bino, era mu busungu jjukira okusaasira.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
Katonda yajja ng’ava e Temani, Omutukuvu oyo ng’ava ku lusozi Palani. Ekitiibwa kye kyatimbibwa ku ggulu, ensi n’eryoka ejjula ettendo lye.
4 With brightness like the light, two-pronged rays flash from his hand; and there he hid his power.
Okumasamasa kwe ne kulyoka kubeera ng’enjuba evaayo. Ebimyanso byayakanga okuva mu mukono gwe, era omwo mwe mwasinziiranga amaanyi ge ag’ekitalo.
5 Deadly disease went before him, and the plague followed him.
Kawumpuli ye yakulembera, Endwadde endala zinaamutta ne zigoberera.
6 He stood and measured the earth; he looked and shook the nations. Even the eternal mountains were shattered, and the everlasting hills bowed down. His path is everlasting.
Yayimirira n’anyeenyanyeenya ensi; Yatunula n’akankanya amawanga. Ensozi ez’edda za merenguka, obusozi obw’edda ne buggwaawo. Engeri ze, za mirembe na mirembe.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction, and the fabric of the tents in the land of Midian trembling.
Nalaba eweema z’e Kusani nga ziri mu nnaku: n’entimbe ez’ensi ya Midiyaani nga zijugumira.
8 Was Yahweh angry at the rivers? Was your wrath against the rivers, or your fury against the sea, when you rode upon your horses and your victorious chariots?
Ayi Mukama, wanyiigira emigga? Obusungu bwo bwali ku bugga obutono? Wanyiigira ennyanja bwe weebagala embalaasi zo, n’olinnya ku magaali go ag’obuwanguzi?
9 You have brought out your bow without a cover; you put arrows to your bow! (Selah) You divided the earth with rivers.
Wasowolayo akasaale ko, wategeka okulasa obusaale; ensi n’ogyawulayawulamu n’emigga.
10 The mountains saw you and twisted in pain. Downpours of water passed over them; the deep sea raised a shout. It lifted up its waves.
Ensozi zaakulaba, ne zeenyogootola; Amataba ne gayitawo mbiro, obuziba bw’ennyanja ne buwuluguma, ne busitula amayengo gaayo waggulu.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their high places at the flash of your arrows as they fly, at the lightning of your flashing spear.
Enjuba n’omwezi ne biyimirira butengerera mu bifo byabyo, olw’okumyansa kw’obusaale bwo nga buwenyuka, n’olw’okumyansa kw’effumu lyo eritemagana.
12 You have marched over the earth with indignation. In wrath you have threshed the nations.
Watambula okuyita mu nsi ng’ojjudde ekiruyi, wasambirirasambirira amawanga mu busungu bwo.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed one. You shatter the head of the house of the wicked to lay bare from the base up to the neck. (Selah)
Wavaayo oleetere abantu bo obulokozi, olokole gwe wafukako amafuta; Wabetenta omukulembeze w’ensi ekola ebibi, ng’omwerulira ddala okuva ku mutwe okutuuka ku bigere.
14 You have pierced the head of his warriors with his own arrows since they came like a storm to scatter us, their gloating was like one who devours the poor in a hiding place.
Wafumita omutwe gwe n’effumu lye ye, abalwanyi be bwe baavaayo okutugoba, nga bali ng’abanaatumalawo, ffe abaali baweddemu essuubi nga twekwese.
15 You have traveled over the sea with your horses, and heaped up the great waters.
Walinnyirira ennyanja n’embalaasi zo, n’otabangula amazzi amangi.
16 I heard, and my inner parts trembled! My lips quivered at the sound. Decay comes into my bones, and under myself I tremble as I wait quietly for the day of distress to come upon the people who invade us.
Nawulira, n’omutima gwange ne gukankana n’emimwa gyange gijugumira olw’eddoboozi eryo; Obuvundu ne buyingira mu magumba gange, amagulu gange ne gakankana. Naye nnaalindirira n’obugumiikiriza olunaku olw’okulabiramu ennaku bwe lulijjira eggwanga eritulumba.
17 Though the fig tree does not bud and there is no produce from the vines; and though the produce of the olive tree disappoints and the fields yield no food; and though the flock is cut off from the fold and there are no cattle in the stalls, this is what I will do.
Wadde omutiini tegutojjera, so n’emizabbibu nga tegiriiko bibala, amakungula g’emizeeyituuni ne gabula, ennimiro ne zitabala mmere n’akamu, endiga nga ziweddemu mu kisibo, nga n’ente tezikyalimu mu biraalo,
18 Still, I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful because of the God of my salvation.
kyokka ndijaguliza Mukama, ne nsanyukira mu Katonda Omulokozi wange.
19 The Lord Yahweh is my strength and he makes my feet like the deer's. He makes me go forward on my high places. —To the music director, on my stringed instruments.
Mukama Katonda, ge maanyi gange; afuula ebigere byange okuba ng’eby’empeewo, era ansobozesa okutambulira mu bifo ebigulumivu.
