Habakuka 3
1 Pravieša Habakuka lūgšana, pēc augstas dziesmas dziedama: Kungs, kad es dzirdēju Tavu slavu, tad es izbijos.
This is a prayer sung by the prophet Habakkuk. On Shigonoth.
2 Kungs, tas ir Tavs darbs, izdari to gadiem ritot, gadiem ritot dari to zināmu. Dusmībā piemini žēlastību.
I have heard what is said about you, Lord. I stand in awe of your work. Lord, revive it in our times; make it known in our times. In your anger, please remember your mercy.
3 Dievs nāk no Tēmana un tas Svētais no Pārana kalniem. (Sela) Viņa augstība apklāj debesis, un zeme ir pilna Viņa slavas.
God came from Teman; the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens; the earth was full of his praise.
4 Un spožums atspīd kā (saules) gaisma un stari Viņam abējās pusēs, un tur Viņa spēcība slēpjās.
His brightness is like lightning; rays flash from his hand from where his power is hidden.
5 Viņa priekšā iet mēris, un sērga uz viņa pēdām.
Plague goes before him, disease follows at his feet.
6 Viņš stāv un satrīcina zemi, Viņš skatās un biedina tautas, mūžīgie kalni šķīst, vecu vecie pakalni grimst; Viņš staigā mūžības ceļus.
Where he stands, the earth shakes. When he looks the nations tremble. The ancient mountains shatter, the age-old hills collapse, but his ways are eternal.
7 Es redzēju Moru ļaužu teltis postā un Midijaniešu dzīvokļus drebam.
I saw the tents of Cushan suffering, the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8 Vai Tu par upēm esi apskaities, ak Kungs, vai Tev dusmas par ūdeņiem, vai Tev bardzība par jūru, ka Tu brauci ar Saviem zirgiem uz Saviem glābšanas ratiem?
Did you burn with rage against the rivers, Lord? Were you angry with the rivers? Were you furious with the sea when you rode your horses and chariots of salvation?
9 Tavs stops izvilkts spīd, rīkste, vārdos zvērēta (Sela) Zemi Tu skaldi upēs.
You took out your bow; you filled your quiver with arrows. (Selah) You split the earth open with rivers.
10 Kalni Tevi ierauga, un tiem paliek bail, ūdens plūdi plūst, dziļums kauc, un augsti paceļ savas rokas.
Mountains saw you and shook. Water poured down and swept by. The deep called out, lifting high its waves.
11 Saule un mēness paliek stāvot savā mājoklī, Tavām bultām šaujoties un spīdot, Taviem šķēpiem spīdot un zibot.
The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your sparkling arrows flew and your spears flashed bright.
12 Dusmībā Tu samini zemi, bardzībā Tu sadragā tautas.
Indignant, you marched across the earth, trampling the nations in your anger.
13 Tu izej, glābt Savus ļaudis, glābt Savu svaidīto, Tu satrieci bezdievīgā nama galvu, atsegdams pamatu līdz pat kaklam. (Sela)
You came out to save your people, to save your chosen people. You crushed the head of the house of the wicked, stripping him from thick to neck.
14 Ar viņa paša šķēpiem Tu satrieci viņa karavīru galvu, kas kā vētra nāk, mani izkaisīt, kam prieks, nabagu aprīt slepenībā.
With his own arrows you pierced the heads of his warriors, those who came like a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating like those who secretly abuse the poor.
15 Tu jāji ar saviem zirgiem pa jūru, pa varenu ūdeņu plūdiem.
You trod upon the sea with your horses, churning up the mighty waters.
16 Kad es to dzirdēju, tad manas iekšas trīcēja, no tās balss drebēja manas lūpas; puveši nāk manos kaulos, es trīcu savā vietā, ka man klusu jāgaida tā bēdu diena, kad celsies pret tiem ļaudīm, kas tos spaidīs.
I shook inside when I heard this; my lips quivered at the sound; my bones turned to jelly; I trembled where I stood. I wait quietly for the day of trouble that will come upon those who attacked us.
17 Ja vīģes koks nezaļos, un augļu nebūs vīna kokam; eļļas koka augums nepiepilda cerības, un tīrumi nenes barību, avis izzudušas no ganībām un lopa nav laidaros.
Even though there are no blossoms on the fig trees and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no harvest; even though there are no animals in the pen and no cattle in the stalls;
18 Bet tomēr es priecāšos iekš Tā Kunga, es līksmošos iekš Dieva, sava Pestītāja.
still I will be happy in the Lord, joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Tas Kungs Dievs ir mans stiprums, viņš dara man kājas kā stirnām un mani vedīs pa maniem kalniem. - Dziedātāju vadonim uz manām koklēm.
The Lord God is my strength. He makes me able to walk in the highest mountains, as sure-footed as a deer. (To the music director: with my stringed instruments.)
