Habakuk 3
1 Nke a bụ ekpere Habakuk onye amụma kpere. Ọ dị nʼusoro Shiginot. Nke a bụ ihe o kwuru.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
2 Onyenwe anyị anụla m ihe niile e kwuru banyere ude gị. Ịdị ukwuu nke ọrụ gị niile na-emekwa ka m dere duu nʼegwu nʼihu gị, Onyenwe anyị. Mekwaa ya ọzọ nʼoge nke anyị, mekwaa ka anụ akụkọ ya nʼọgbọ anyị. Nʼoke iwe gị chetakwa ebere.
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 Chineke si na Teman bịa, Onye Nsọ ahụ sikwa nʼugwu Paran. (Sela) Ebube ya na-ekpuchi eluigwe, otuto ya jupụtakwara nʼụwa.
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 Ịma mma ya na-achapụta dịka ihe anyanwụ ụtụtụ, ihe na-enwupụta site nʼaka ya, ọ bụkwa nʼebe ahụ ka e zoro ike ya.
And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
5 Nʼihu ya ka ajọ ọrịa na-efe efe na-aga, oke mbibi na-esokwa ya nʼazụ.
Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
6 O guzoro ọtọ yọgharịa ụwa; o lere anya, mee ka mba niile maa jijiji. Ugwu ukwu ochie ahụ niile dara, ugwu nta ochie ndị ahụ dakwara. Nʼihi na ụzọ ya ga-adịgide ruo mgbe niile ebighị ebi.
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 Ahụrụ m ụlọ ikwu nke Kushan ka ha nọ ọnọdụ ụbọchị ọjọọ, na ebe obibi ndị Midia ka ha nọ na oke ahụ ụfụ.
Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 Ọ bụ osimiri, ka gị bụ Onyenwe anyị were iwe megide? Ọnụma gị, ọ dị ukwuu megide iyi niile? Oke iwe gị ọ bụ megide oke osimiri mgbe ị nọkwasịrị nʼelu ịnyịnya gị, nakwa nʼelu ụgbọ ịnyịnya ị wetara ndị nke gị mmeri?
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 I kpughepụrụ ụta gị, kpọọ oku ka a chịtara gị ọtụtụ àkụ. (Sela) I ji osimiri dị iche iche kewaa ụwa.
You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
10 Mgbe ugwu niile hụrụ gị ha nyagharịrị onwe ha nʼihi ihe mgbu bịakwasịrị ha. Oke mmiri ozuzo gabigakwara. Ogbu mmiri mere ka olu ya daa ụda, buliekwa ebili mmiri elu.
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 Anyanwụ na ọnwa guzokwara duu na mbara eluigwe, mgbe ha hụrụ ihe nke àkụ gị, mgbe ha hụrụ amụma nke ùbe gị gburu.
Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
12 I sitere nʼọnụma gị zọgharịa ije nʼụwa, sitekwa nʼiwe gị zọchaa mba dị iche iche dịka ọka.
In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
13 Ị pụtara ịzọpụta ndị gị, ịzọpụta onye ahụ i tere mmanụ. Ị zọpịara isi onyendu nke ala ajọ omume ahụ, gbawa ya ọtọ site nʼisi ruo nʼụkwụ.
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 Ọ bụ ùbe ya ka i ji mawaa ya isi, mgbe ndị dike nʼagha ya bịara dịka oke ifufe ịchụsa anyị, mgbe ha si nʼobi ụtọ ha chee na ha na-aga iripịa ndị ogbenye e wedara nʼala, bụ ndị na-ezo onwe ha.
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 Ị chịrịla ịnyịnya gị zọọ ije nʼoke osimiri, kpagharịa mmiri ukwu ndị ahụ.
You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
16 Amara m jijiji nʼobi m mgbe m nụrụ ihe ndị a niile, egbugbere ọnụ m abụọ kụkọtara nʼegwu, ọkpụkpụ dị m nʼahụ malitere ire ure, mee ka ụkwụ m maa jijiji. Ma aga m eji ndidi chere ụbọchị ọjọọ ahụ nke ga-abịakwasị ndị ahụ na-abịa ibuso anyị agha.
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 A sịkwarị na osisi fiig amaghị ifuru, na ọ dịghị mkpụrụ dị nʼosisi vaịnị, a sịkwa na mkpụrụ osisi oliv ebilata na ala ubi niile emepụtaghị ihe oriri, a sịkwa na ọ dịghị atụrụ dị nʼọgba anụ, na ọ dịkwaghị ehi nọ nʼụlọ anụmanụ,
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 mụ onwe m ga-anọgide na-aṅụrị ọṅụ nʼime Onyenwe anyị. Aga m etegharịkwa egwu ọṅụ nʼime Chineke Onye nzọpụta m.
Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị bụ ike m, ọ na-eme ụkwụ m abụọ ka ha dịka nke ele. Ọ na-emekwa ka m zọọ ije nʼebe niile dị elu. Nke a dịrị onyeisi abụ, nʼụbọ akwara m dị iche iche.
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!
