Habacuc Propheta 3
1 ORATIO HABACUC PROPHETAe PRO IGNORANTIIS.
A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
2 Domine audivi auditionem tuam, et timui. Domine opus tuum in medio annorum vivifica illud: In medio annorum notum facies: cum iratus fueris, misericordiae recordaberis.
LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
3 Deus ab Austro veniet, et sanctus de monte Pharan: Operuit caelos gloria eius: et laudis eius plena est terra.
God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
4 Splendor eius ut lux erit: cornua in manibus eius: Ibi abscondita est fortitudo eius:
His splendour is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5 ante faciem eius ibit mors. Egredietur diabolus ante pedes eius.
Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
6 Stetit, et mensus est terram. Aspexit, et dissolvit Gentes: et contriti sunt montes saeculi. Incurvati sunt colles mundi, ab itineribus aeternitatis eius.
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 Pro iniquitate vidi tentoria Aethiopiae, turbabuntur pelles terrae Madian.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Numquid in fluminibus iratus es Domine? aut in fluminibus furor tuus? vel in mari indignatio tua? Qui ascendis super equos tuos: et quadrigae tuae salvatio.
Was the LORD 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 Suscitans suscitabis arcum tuum: iuramenta tribubus quae locutus es: Fluvios scindes terrae:
You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
10 viderunt te, et doluerunt montes: gurges aquarum transiit. Dedit abyssus vocem suam: altitudo manus suas levavit.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11 Sol, et luna steterunt in habitaculo suo, in luce sagittarum tuarum, ibunt in splendore fulgurantis hastae tuae.
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 In fremitu conculcabis terram: et in furore obstupefacies Gentes.
You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
13 Egressus es in salutem populi tui: in salutem cum Christo tuo: Percussisti caput de domo impii: denudasti fundamentum eius usque ad collum.
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 Maledixisti sceptris eius, capiti bellatorum eius, venientibus ut turbo ad dispergendum me. Exultatio eorum sicut eius, qui devorat pauperem in abscondito.
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 Viam fecisti in mari equis tuis, in luto aquarum multarum.
You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16 Audivi, et conturbatus est venter meus: a voce contremuerunt labia mea. Ingrediatur putredo in ossibus meis, et subter me scateat. Ut requiescam in die tribulationis: ut ascendam ad populum accinctum nostrum.
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 Ficus enim non florebit: et non erit germen in vineis. Mentietur opus olivae: et arva non afferent cibum. Abscindetur de ovili pecus: et non erit armentum in praesepibus.
For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labour 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 Ego autem in Domino gaudebo: et exultabo in Deo Iesu meo.
yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19 Deus Dominus fortitudo mea: et ponet pedes meos quasi cervorum. Et super excelsa mea deducet me victor in psalmis canentem.
GOD, 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.
