Habakuk 3
1 Esiae nye Nyagblɔɖila Habakuk ƒe gbedodoɖa si woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋuti.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
2 Yehowa, mese nya le wò gãnyenye ŋuti. O Yehowa, wò nuwɔwɔwo wɔ nuku lo! Gbugbɔ wo wɔ yeye le míaƒe ŋkekewo me. Ɖe wo fia le míaƒe ɣeyiɣi me. Le wò dziku me, ɖo ŋku nublanuikpɔkpɔ dzi.
O YHWH, I heard your report, I have been afraid, O YHWH, Your work! In midst of years revive it, In the midst of years You make known, In anger You remember mercy.
3 Mawu tso Teman va. Kɔkɔetɔ la ɖi tso Paran to dzi. (Sela) Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe yɔ dziƒowo eye eƒe kafukafu yɔ anyigba dzi!
God comes from Teman, The Holy One from Mount Paran. (Pause) His splendor has covered the heavens, And His praise has filled the earth.
4 Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe nɔ abe agudzedze ene eye keklẽ gã aɖe do tso eƒe asi me, afi si eƒe ŋusẽ be ɖo.
And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
5 Dɔ vɔ̃ le zɔzɔm le eŋgɔ eye dɔxɔleameŋu le eyome.
Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
6 Etɔ eye wòʋuʋu anyigba; ekpɔ nu eye dukɔwo ʋuʋu. Blematowo kaka eye gbe aɖe gbe togbɛwo ŋe dze eme. Eƒe mɔwo li tegbee.
He has stood, and He measures earth, He has seen, and He shakes off nations, And mountains of antiquity scatter themselves, The hills of old have bowed, The ways of old [are] His.
7 Mekpɔ Kusam ƒe agbadɔwo le xaxa me eye Midiantɔwo ƒe nɔƒewo le nublanui me.
Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 O Yehowa, ɖe nèdo dziku ɖe tɔsisiwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dɔmedzoe bi ɖe tɔʋuwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dziku bi ɖe atsiaƒu ŋu esi nèdo wò sɔwo kple wò tasiaɖamwo le wò dziɖuɖu mea?
Has YHWH been angry against rivers? Against rivers [is] Your anger? [Is] Your wrath against the sea? For You ride on Your horses—Your chariots of salvation.
9 Ehe wò dati ɖe go eye nèbia be woatsɔ wò aŋutrɔwo na wò. (Sela) Ètsɔ tɔsisiwo ma anyigba lae.
You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
10 Towo kpɔ wò eye woŋe kple vevesese. Tsiɖɔɖɔ si va yi, tometsiwo ɖe gbe eye woƒe tsotsoewo de dzi.
Seen You—pained are mountains, An inundation of waters has passed over, The deep has given forth its voice, It has lifted up its hands high.
11 Ɣe kple ɣleti tɔ ɖe wo nɔƒe le dziƒo esi wokpɔ wò aŋutrɔ bibiawo kple wò akplɔ si le dzo kem miamiamia.
Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
12 Èzɔ to anyigba dzi le wò dziku dziŋɔ la me eye nèɖo afɔ dukɔwo dzi kple dziku.
In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
13 Ke èdo be yeaɖe wò amewo eye yeaxɔ na wò amesiamina. Ègbã ta na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe anyigba ƒe kplɔla eye nèɖe amea tso tagbɔ va se ɖe afɔ gbɔ. (Sela)
You have gone forth for the salvation of Your people, For salvation with Your Anointed, You have struck the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation to the neck. (Pause)
14 Ètsɔ eya ŋutɔ ƒe akplɔ ŋɔ ta nɛ esi eƒe asrafowo dze mía dzi be yewoakaka mí. Wole gbe tem abe ɖe wodi be yewoavuvu nublanuitɔ siwo si be la ene.
You have pierced the head of his leaders with his own rods, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
15 Ètsɔ wò sɔwo blu atsiaƒu kple tsi gbana la.
You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
16 Mesee eye nye dzi dzo le menye kpakpakpa; nye nuyiwo dzo nyanyanya esi mese woƒe howɔwɔ la, vɔvɔ̃ ɖom ɖe nye ƒu tome ke eye nye afɔwo ƒo kpakpakpa. Ke malala kple dzigbɔɖi na dzɔgbevɔ̃eŋkeke la be wòava dukɔ si le mía ham la dzi.
I have heard, and my belly trembles, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness comes into my bones, And in my place I tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcomes it.
17 Togbɔ be gboti meƒo se o eye wain metse ɖe wainkawo ŋu o, togbɔ be amiti metse o eye nuɖuɖu mele agble dzi o, togbɔ be alẽwo vɔ le alẽkpo me, eye nyiwo vɔ le nyikpo me hã la,
Though the fig tree does not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, The work of the olive has failed, And fields have not yielded food, The flock has been cut off from the fold, And there is no herd in the stalls,
18 nye la, makpɔ dzidzɔ le Yehowa me eye madzɔ dzi le Mawu, nye Ɖela, me.
Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Aƒetɔ Yehowae nye ŋusẽ. Ewɔ nye afɔ abe zinɔ tɔ ene, eye wònana be mazɔa Kɔkɔeƒewo. Na hafiala, woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋu.
YHWH the Lord [is] my strength, And He makes my feet like does, And causes me to tread on my high-places. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
