Habakuk 3
1 Esiae nye Nyagblɔɖila Habakuk ƒe gbedodoɖa si woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋuti.
A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
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.
Yahweh, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, Yahweh. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, 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 came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise 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.
His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5 Dɔ vɔ̃ le zɔzɔm le eŋgɔ eye dɔxɔleameŋu le eyome.
Plague went before him, and pestilence followed 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 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.
7 Mekpɔ Kusam ƒe agbadɔwo le xaxa me eye Midiantɔwo ƒe nɔƒewo le nublanui me.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
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?
Was Yahweh 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?
9 Ehe wò dati ɖe go eye nèbia be woatsɔ wò aŋutrɔwo na wò. (Sela) Ètsɔ tɔsisiwo ma anyigba lae.
You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
10 Towo kpɔ wò eye woŋe kple vevesese. Tsiɖɔɖɔ si va yi, tometsiwo ɖe gbe eye woƒe tsotsoewo de dzi.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11 Ɣe kple ɣleti tɔ ɖe wo nɔƒe le dziƒo esi wokpɔ wò aŋutrɔ bibiawo kple wò akplɔ si le dzo kem miamiamia.
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.
12 Èzɔ to anyigba dzi le wò dziku dziŋɔ la me eye nèɖo afɔ dukɔwo dzi kple dziku.
You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
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 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)
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 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.
15 Ètsɔ wò sɔwo blu atsiaƒu kple tsi gbana la.
You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty 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 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.
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,
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,
18 nye la, makpɔ dzidzɔ le Yehowa me eye madzɔ dzi le Mawu, nye Ɖela, me.
yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19 Aƒetɔ Yehowae nye ŋusẽ. Ewɔ nye afɔ abe zinɔ tɔ ene, eye wònana be mazɔa Kɔkɔeƒewo.
Yahweh, 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.
