Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
| هَذِهِ صَلاةُ النَّبِيِّ حَبَقُّوقَ: | ١ |
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.
| يَا رَبُّ قَدْ بَلَغَنِي مَا فَعَلْتَ فَخِفْتُ يَا رَبُّ، عَمَلَكَ فِي وَسَطِ السِّنِينَ أَحْيِهِ، وَعَرِّفْ بِهِ عَلَى مَرِّ الأَيَّامِ، وَاذْكُرِ الرَّحْمَةَ فِي الْغَضَبِ. | ٢ |
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
| قَدْ أَقْبَلَ اللهُ مِنْ أَدُومَ، وَجَاءَ الْقُدُّوسُ مِنْ جَبَلِ فَارَانَ. غَمَرَ جَلالُهُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَامْتَلأَتِ الأَرْضُ مِنْ تَسْبِيحِهِ. | ٣ |
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
| إِنَّ بَهَاءَهُ كَالنُّورِ، وَمِنْ يَدِهِ يُوْمِضُ شُعَاعٌ، وَهُنَاكَ يَحْجُبُ قُوَّتَهُ. | ٤ |
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
| يَتَقَدَّمُهُ وَبَاءٌ، وَالْمَوْتُ يَقْتَفِي خُطَاهُ. | ٥ |
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.
| وَقَفَ وَزَلْزَلَ الأَرْضَ، تَفَرَّسَ فَأَرْعَبَ الأُمَمَ، انْدَكَّتِ الْجِبَالُ الأَبَدِيَّةُ وَانْهَارَتِ التِّلالُ الْقَدِيمَةُ، أَمَّا مَسَالِكُهُ فَهِيَ مِنَ الأَزَلِ. | ٦ |
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
| لَقَدْ رَأَيْتُ خِيَامَ كُوشَانَ تَنُوءُ تَحْتَ الْبَلِيَّةِ وَمَسَاكِنَ مِدْيَانَ تَرْجُفُ رُعْباً. | ٧ |
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?
| هَلْ غَضَبُكَ مُنْصَبٌّ عَلَى الأَنْهَارِ يَا رَبُّ؟ أَعَلَى الأَنْهَارِ احْتَدَمَ سَخَطُكَ؟ أَمْ عَلَى الْبَحْرِ سَكَبْتَ جَامَ غَيْظِكَ، عِنْدَمَا رَكِبْتَ خُيُولَكَ وَمَرْكَبَاتِ ظَفَرِكَ؟ | ٨ |
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
| جَرَّدْتَ قَوْسَكَ وَتَأَهَّبْتَ لإِطْلاقِ سِهَامِكَ الْكَثِيرَةِ، وَشَقَقْتَ الأَرْضَ أَنْهَاراً. | ٩ |
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
| رَأَتْكَ الْجِبَالُ فَارْتَعَدَتْ، وَطَمَتِ الْمِيَاهُ الْهَائِجَةُ. زَأَرَتِ اللُّجَجُ وَارْتَفَعَتْ أَمْوَاجُهَا عَالِيَةً. | ١٠ |
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.
| الْقَمَرُ وَالشَّمْسُ تَوَقَّفَا فِي مَنَازِلِهِمَا أَمَامَ وَمِيضِ سِهَامِكَ الْمُنْدَفِعَةِ وَبَرِيقِ رُمْحِكَ الْمُتَلأْلِئِ. | ١١ |
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
| تَطَأُ الأَرْضَ بَسَخَطٍ، وَبِغَضَبٍ تَدُوسُ الأُمَمَ. | ١٢ |
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)
| خَرَجْتَ لِخَلاصِ شَعْبِكَ، لِخَلاصِ مُخْتَارِكَ. هَشَّمْتَ رُؤُوسَ زُعَمَاءِ الْبِلادِ الأَشْرَارِ وَتَرَكْتَهُمْ مَطْرُوحِينَ عُرَاةً مِنَ الْعُنُقِ حَتَّى أَخْمَصِ الْقَدَمِ. | ١٣ |
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.
| طَعَنْتَ بِرِمَاحِهِ قَائِدَ جَيْشِهِمِ الْمُنْدَفِعِ كَإِعْصَارٍ لِيُشَتِّتَنَا بِابْتِهَاجِ مَنْ يَفْتَرِسُ الْمِسْكِينَ سِرّاً | ١٤ |
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
| خُضْتَ الْبَحْرَ بِخَيْلِكَ فِي وَسَطِ مِيَاهِهِ الْهَائِجَةِ. | ١٥ |
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.
| سَمِعْتُ هَذَا فَتَوَلَّانِي الْفَزَعُ وَارْتَجَفَتْ شَفَتَايَ مِنَ الصَّوْتِ، وَتَسَرَّبَ النَّخْرُ إِلَى عِظَامِي، وَارْتَعَشَتْ قَدَمَايَ. وَلَكِنْ سَأَنْتَظِرُ بِصَبْرٍ يَوْمَ الْبَلِيَّةِ الَّذِي يَحِيقُ بِالأُمَّةِ الَّتِي غَزَتْنَا. | ١٦ |
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,
| فَمَعْ أَنَّهُ لَا يُزْهِرُ التِّينُ وَلا يَكُونُ حَمْلٌ فِي الْكُرُومِ يَكْذِبُ عَمَلُ الزَّيْتُونَةِ وَالْحُقُولُ لا تَصْنَعُ طَعَاماً يَنْقَطِعُ الْغَنَمُ مِنَ الْحَظِيرَةِ وَلا بَقَرَ فِي الْمَذَاوِدِ | ١٧ |
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
| فَإِنِّي أَبْتَهِجُ بِالرَّبِ وَأَفْرَحُ بِإِلَهِ خَلاصِي. | ١٨ |
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.
| الرَّبُّ الإِلَهُ هُوَ قُوَّتِي؛ يَجْعَلُ قَدَمَيَّ كَقَدَمَيْ غَزَالٍ، وَيُعِينُنِي عَلَى ارْتِقَاءِ الْمُرْتَفَعَاتِ. إِلَى قَائِدِ الْجَوْقَةِ: تُغَنَّى عَلَى ذَوَاتِ الأَوْتَارِ. | ١٩ |
