Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Molitva. Od proroka Habakuka. Na način tužbalice.
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.
Jahve, čuo sam za slavu tvoju, Jahve, tvoje mi djelo ulijeva jezu! Ponovi ga u naše vrijeme! Otkrij ga u naše vrijeme! U gnjevu se svojem smilovanja sjeti!
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Bog stiže iz Temana, a Svetac s planine Parana! Veličanstvo njegovo zastire nebesa, zemlja mu je puna slave.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Sjaj mu je k'o svjetlost, zrake sijevaju iz njegovih ruku, ondje mu se krije (sila)
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Kuga pred njim ide, groznica ga sustopice prati.
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.
On stane, i zemlja se trese, on pogleda, i dršću narodi. Tad se raspadoše vječne planine, bregovi stari propadoše, njegove su staze od vječnosti.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Prestrašene vidjeh kušanske šatore, čadore što dršću u zemlji midjanskoj.
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?
Jahve, planu li tvoj gnjev na rijeke ili jarost tvoja na more te jezdiš na svojim konjima, na pobjedničkim bojnim kolima?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Otkrivaš svoj luk i otrovnim ga strijelama sitiš. Bujicama rasijecaš tlo,
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
planine dršću kad te vide, navaljuje oblaka prolom, bezdan diže svoj glas.
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.
Sunce uvis diže ruke, mjesec u obitavalištu svojem popostaje, pred blijeskom tvojih strijela, pred blistavim sjajem koplja tvoga.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Jarosno po zemlji koračaš, srdito gaziš narode.
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)
Iziđe da spasiš narod svoj, da spasiš svog pomazanika; sori vrh kuće bezbožnikove, ogoli joj temelje do stijene.
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.
Kopljima si izbo vođu ratnika njegovih, koji navališe da nas s radošću satru, kao da će potajice proždrijet' ubogoga.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Gaziš po moru s konjima svojim, po pučini silnih voda!
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.
Čuo sam! Sva se moja utroba trese, podrhtavaju mi usne na taj zvuk, trulež prodire u kosti moje, noge klecaju poda mnom. Počinut ću kada dan tjeskobni svane narodu što nas sad napada.
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,
Jer smokvino drvo neće više cvasti niti će na lozi biti ploda, maslina će uskratiti rod, polja neće donijeti hrane, ovaca će nestati iz tora, u oborima neće biti ni goveda.
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Ali ja ću se radovati u Jahvi i kliktat ću u Bogu, svojem Spasitelju.
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.
Jahve, moj Gospod, moja je snaga, on mi daje noge poput košutinih i vodi me na visine. Zborovođi. Na žičanim glazbalima.
