Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
He inoi na Hapakuku poropiti, ko Hikionoto te waiata.
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
E Ihowa, kua rongo ahau i tou rongo, wehi ana ahau: e Ihowa, kia ora tau mahi i waenganui o nga tau, kia matauria i waenganui o nga tau; i te mea e riri ana, mahara ki te tohu tangata.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
I haere mai te Atua i Temana, te Mea Tapu i Maunga Parana. (Hera) Hei hipoki tona kororia mo nga rangi; ki tonu te whenua i te whakamoemiti ki a ia.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Ko tona tiahotanga ano ko te marama; he hihi e puta ana mai i tona ringa: i reira ano te hunanga o tona kaha.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
I mua i a ia te mate uruta e haere ana, i puta ano te mura whanariki i ona waewae.
6 He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
Tu ana ia, a whanganga ana e ia te whenua; i titiro ia, a titaria ana e ia nga iwi; rerere ana nga maunga onamata, piko ana nga pukepuke o mua: ko ona ara koia ano kei onamata.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
I kite ahau, kei te tuatea nga teneti o Kuhana; wiri ana nga tauarai o te whenua o Miriana.
8 Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
I riri ranei a Ihowa ki nga awa? Ki nga awa ranei tou riri? Ki te moana ranei tou riri? I haere ai koe i runga i au hoiho, i au hariata whakaora?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
I meinga tau kopere kia noho tahanga: ko nga oati ki nga hapu he kupu pono. (Hera) Wahia ana e koe te whenua ki nga awa.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
I kite nga maunga i a koe, a wehi ana; i pahemo ake te waipuke o nga wai: i puaki te reo o te rire, a ara ana ona ringa ki runga.
11 The sun and moon stood still in the sky at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
Tu ana te ra me te marama i to raua kainga, haere ana ratou i te marama o au pere, i te wherikotanga o tau tao kanapa.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Haereerea ana e koe te whenua i runga i te aritarita, patua a wititia ana e koe nga iwi i runga i te riri.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
I puta koe ki te whakaora i tau iwi, ae ra, ki te whakaora i tau i whakawahi ai; pakaru ana i a koe te upoko i roto o te whare o te hunga kino, takoto kau ana te turanga, a taea noatia te kaki. (Hera)
14 You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
Werohia ana e koe te upoko o ona ariki ki ana tokotoko ano: ano he paroro ratou e aki mai ana ki te titaritari i ahau; ko to ratou koanga ngakau he kai puku i te rawakore.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Takahia ana e koe te moana ki au hoiho, te kaupuranga o nga wai nunui.
16 I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
I toku rongonga, wiri ana toku kopu, oraora ana oku ngutu i te reo: ngoto ana te pirau ki roto ki oku whenua, a wiri ana ahau i toku wahi; he mea ia e whai okiokinga ai ahau i te ra o te raru, i te haerenga ake ki te iwi e kokiri ana mai ki a ia me ana kaieke hoiho.
17 For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
Ahakoa kore te piki e kopuku, kore nga waina e whai hua; ka he te mahi oriwa, kahore hoki nga mara e whai kai; ko nga hipi poto ake i roto i nga taiepa, kahore hoki he kau i roto i nga taiepa kau:
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Otiia ka koa ahau ki a Ihowa, ka whakamanamana ki te Atua o toku whakaoranga.
19 GOD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
Ko Ihowa, ko toku Ariki, toku kaha, ka meinga e ia oku waewae kia rite ki o te hata, ka meinga ano ahau e ia kia takahi i runga i oku wahi tiketike. Ki te tino kaiwaiata i runga i aku mea whakatangi.
