Habakkuk 1
1 The birthun that Abacuk, the profete, sai.
Proroštvo koje vidje prorok Habakuk.
2 Hou longe, Lord, schal Y crye, and thou schalt not here? Y suffrynge violence schal crie an hiy to thee, and thou schalt not saue?
Dokle ću, Jahve, zapomagati, a da ti ne čuješ? Vikati k tebi “Nasilje!” a da ti ne spasiš?
3 Whi schewidist thou to me wickidnesse and trauel, for to se prey and vnriytwisnesse ayens me? Whi biholdist thou dispiseris, and art stille, the while an vnpitouse man defoulith a riytfulere than hym silf? And thou schalt make men as fischis of the see, and as crepynge thingis not hauynge a ledere; and doom is maad, and ayenseiyng is more miyti.
Zašto mi nepravdu iznosiš pred oči, zašto gledaš ugnjetavanje? Pljačka je i nasilje preda mnom. Raspra je, razmirica bjesni!
4 For this thing lawe is `to-brokun, and doom cometh not til to the ende; for the vnpitouse man hath miyt ayens the iust, therfor weiward doom schal go out.
Zakon je izgubio snagu, a pravda se ni načas ne pomalja. Da, zlikovac progoni pravednika, pravo je stoga izopačeno.
5 Biholde ye in hethene men, and se ye, and wondre ye, and greetli drede ye; for a werk is doon in youre daies, which no man schal bileue, whanne it schal be teld.
Obazrite se na narode, pogledajte, čudite se, zapanjite! Jer u vaše dane činim djelo u koje ne biste vjerovali da vam ga tko ispriča.
6 For lo! Y schal reise Caldeis, a bittir folk and swift, goynge on the breede of erthe, that he welde tabernaclis not hise.
Da! Evo dižem Kaldejce, narod divlji i naprasit što nadire širom zemlje da obitavališta otme tuđa.
7 It is orible, and dredeful; the dom and birthun therof schal go out of it silf.
On je strašan i jezovit, od njega samog izlazi njegovo pravo i njegov ponos.
8 His horsis ben liytere than pardis, and swifter than euentyd woluys, and hise horse men schulen be scaterid abrood; for whi `horse men schulen come fro fer, thei schulen fle as an egle hastynge to ete.
Konji su mu brži od leoparda, hitriji od vukova uvečer; jahači mu poskakuju, stižu izdaleka, ustremljeni k'o orlovi da plijen proždru.
9 Alle men schulen come to preye, the faces of hem is as a brennynge wynd; and he schal gadere as grauel caitifte,
Svi će doći rad' grabeža, lica im žegu k'o istočni vjetar, grabe roblje kao pijesak!
10 and he schal haue victorie of kyngis, and tirauntis schulen be of his scornyng. He schal leiye on al strengthe, and schal bere togidere heep of erthe, and schal take it.
Taj se narod kraljevima ruga, podsmjehuje knezovima, poigrava se svim utvrdama, nasipa zemlju i zauzima ih.
11 Thanne the spirit schal be chaungid, and he schal passe forth, and falle doun; this is the strengthe of hym, of his god.
Tad se k'o vjetar okrenu i ode, zlikovac komu je snaga bog postala.
12 Whether `thou, Lord, art not my God, myn hooli, and we schulen not die? Lord, in to doom thou hast set hym, and thou groundidist hym strong, that thou schuldist chastise.
Nisi li od davnih vremena, Jahve, Bože moj, Sveče moj? Ti koji ne umireš! Ti si, Jahve podigao ovaj narod radi pravde, postavio ga, Stijeno, da kažnjava.
13 Thin iyen ben clene, se thou not yuel, and thou schalt not mowe biholde to wickidnesse. Whi biholdist thou not on men doynge wickidli, and thou art stille, while the vnpitouse man deuourith a more iust man than hymsilf?
Prečiste su tvoje oči da bi zloću gledale. Ti ne možeš motriti tlačenja. Zašto gledaš vjerolomce, šutiš kad zlikovac ništi pravednijeg od sebe?
14 And thou schalt make men as fischis of the see, and as a crepynge thing not hauynge prince.
Postupaš s ljudima k'o s morskim ribama, k'o s gmazovima što nemaju gospodara!
15 He schal lifte vp al in the hook; he drawide it in his greet net, and gaderide in to his net; on this thing he schal be glad, and make ioie with outforth.
On ih sve lovi na udicu, izvlači ih mrežom, pređom ih skuplja i tako se raduje i likuje.
16 Therfore he schal offere to his greet net, and schal make sacrifice to his net; for in hem his part is maad fat, and his mete is chosun.
Stog žrtvuje mreži svojoj, pali tamjan svojoj pređi jer mu pribavljaju zalogaj slastan, hranu pretilu.
17 Therfor for this thing he spredith abrood his greet net, and euere more he ceesith not for to sle folkis.
Valja li, dakle, da neprestano poteže mač i kolje narod nemilice?
