Habakkuk 3
1 Pre se inge ma lal Habakkuk, mwet palu:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, [set] on shigionoth:
2 O LEUM GOD, nga lohng tari ke pungom, Ac nga arulana fwefela ke orekma lom. Sifilpa oru in pacl lasr uh Orekma usrnguk ma kom tuh oru meet ah. Pakoten nu sesr, finne pacl kom kasrkusrak.
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 God El ac sifilpa tuku Edom me; God mutal El tuku liki eol srisrik lun Paran, Wolana lal afunla inkusrao, Ac faclu sessesla ke kaksakinyal.
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 El tuku wi kalmen sarom; Kalem sarmelik liki inpaol, Yen ku lal wikla we.
And the brightness is as the light, He has rays out of His hand, And there—the hiding of His strength.
5 El supu mas upa uh in fahsr meet lukel, Ac sapkin tuh misa in fahsr tokol.
Before Him goes pestilence, And a burning flame goes forth at His feet.
6 Ke pacl se El tui, faclu kusrusr; Ke ngetang lal, mutunfacl uh rarrar. Fineol ma nuna oan oemeet me muliplipi, Ac eol srisrik su ac oan nwe tok tili, Aok eol srisrik yen El fahsr we in pacl oemeet ah.
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 Nga liye ke mwet Cushan elos sangeng, Ac ke mwet Midian elos rarrar.
Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 LEUM GOD, ya infacl uh pa tuh oru kom kasrkusrakak ah? Ya meoa uh pa tuh oru kom foloyak ah? Kom kasrusr fin pukunyeng uh; Pukunyeng in paka uh pa chariot nutum Ke kom tuh use kutangla nu sin mwet lom.
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 Kom akola in orekmakin mwe pisr nutum, Akola in pisrik sukan pisr nutum. Sarom lom foklalik faclu.
You make Your bow utterly naked, The tribes have sworn, saying, (Pause) You cleave the earth [with] rivers.
10 Pacl se ke eol uh tuh liye kom, elos rarrar; Kof uh kahkla inkusrao me. Kof ye faclu ngirngir, Ac noa kaclos pisryak nwe lucng.
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 Ke usren mui lun pisr nutum Ac saromla lun osra saromrom nutum Faht uh ac malem uh tui, tia mukuikui.
Sun—moon—has stood—a habitation, Your arrows go on at the light, At the brightness, the glittering of Your spear.
12 Kom fahsr sasla fin faclu ke kasrkusrak, Kom futfutungya facl puspis ke folo lom.
In indignation You tread earth, In anger You thresh nations.
13 Kom illa in molela mwet lom, In molela tokosra lom su kom sulela. Kom uniya mwet kol lun mwet koluk Ac sukela mwet lal nukewa.
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 Mwe pisr nutum fakisya ac sasla ke mwet kol fulat lun un mwet mweun Ke elos tuku oana sie paka in liskutelik. Elos engnu oana mwet su akkeokye mwet sukasrup in lukma.
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 Horse nutum uh futungya inkof uh, Oru inkof uh wiawala.
You have proceeded through the sea with Your horses—the clay of many waters.
16 Nga lohng ma inge nukewa, ac nga rarrar; Ngoasrok rarak ke sangeng. Monuk ulla, Ac niuk tukulkul. Nga fah misla tupan pacl se Ke God El ac fah kalyei mwet ma mweuni kut uh.
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 Sak fig finne wangin fahko Ac wangin grape ke oa in grape uh, Sak olive finne tia fokla Ac ima uh finne tia isus fahko, Sheep nukewa finne misa Ac kalkal in cow uh pisala,
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 Nga fah srakna insewowo ac engan Mweyen LEUM GOD El langoeyu.
Yet I, in YHWH I exult, I am joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 LEUM GOD Fulatlana El ase ku nu sik. El oru niuk in oakwuk oana soko deer, Ac karinginyu fineol uh.
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!
