Habakoka 1
1 Ty entañe nioni’ i Kabakòke mpitoky.
The oracle of which Habakkuk the prophet, had vision:
2 O ry Iehovà, pak’ombia ty hitoreovako, Ihe tsy mijanjiñeo? naho ipoñafako feo, ami’ty hoe: Varata! Tsy rombahe’o!
How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?
3 Ino ty ampahaisaha’o ahy o tsy fanjofahañeo, naho ampandrendreha’o ty halonjerañe, naho ty harotsahañe, vaho ty halò-tserehañe aoloko ey? eo ka o mpiolao naho o mpandietseo.
Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, —and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold?
4 Aa le repake t’i Hake, vaho tsy miboake ho vantañe o zakao; fa arikoboña’ o tsivokatseo o vañoñeo, aa le zaka vìlañe avao ty mandeha.
For which cause, benumbed is the law, and there is never any going forth of justice, —for, the lawless, doth circumvent the righteous, for which cause, justice doth go forth perverted?
5 Sambao o kilakila’ ondatio, le maharendreha naho mañaraharà, Ilatsao fa hanoeñe amo andro’ areoo ty fitoloñañe tsy hiantofa’ areo, ndra t’ie italilañe.
Behold ye, among the nations, and look around, Yea stand stock still—stare, —for, a work, is being wrought in your days, ye will not believe, when it is recounted.
6 Inao! te hampitroareko o nte-Kasdìo, i fifeheañe mafaitse naho malìsay, o hangovovoke hitsaha’e i tane bey heneheneio hitavana’e o akiba tsy a iareoo.
For, behold me! raising up the Chaldeans, the bitter and headlong nation, —that marcheth to the breadths of the earth, to take possession of habitations, not his.
7 Ie mampangebahebake naho mampirevendreveñe; miboak’ am-bata’e ty hionjona’ ty zaka naho ty enge’e.
Awful and fearful, is he, —from himself, his decision and his uprising, proceed.
8 Masika te amo farasio o soavala’eo, ie maola te amo amboa-hako an-kaleñeo, mitsapiotsapioke o mpiningitseo, boake tsietoitane añe o mpiningi’eo; miherereake hoe hondria malisa t’ie hanao revozeake.
Then, swifter than leopards, are his horses, and, more sharply they attack, than evening wolves, and forward have leapt his chargers, —Yea, his chargers, from afar, will come in, they will fly as an eagle hath hastened to devour.
9 Fonga hihofike mb’eo am-bodongero’e o azeo, miatre-daharañe manahake i tiok’ atiñanañey hanontom-pirohy hoe faseñe.
Solely for violence, will he come, the intent of their faces, is—To the east! And he hath gathered, as the sand, a captive host;
10 Ie mpanivetive mpanjaka, inje’ iareo o roandriañeo, itohafa’ iareo ze rova fatratse, ampirampia’ iereo tane le mitavañe.
And, he, over kings, will make merry, and, nobles, will be a scorn to him: he, at any fortress, will laugh, once he hath heaped up dust, he hath captured it!
11 Mihelañe hoe tioke ty arofo’iareo, fa voa hakeo, amy te samposampo’e ty haozara’e.
Then, hath he become arrogant in spirit, and hath committed excess, and so is guilty, —this his violence, is due to his god.
12 Tsy taolo’ ty atao andro hao irehe ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko masiñe? tsy ho mongotse zahay. Ry Iehovà, toe tinendre’o ho zakaeñe re, Ihe Lamilamy, ro nañory aze ho liloveñe.
Art not, thou, from of old, O Yahweh, my God, my Holy One? Thou diest not! O Yahweh, to judgment, hast thou appointed him, and, O Rock, to correction, hast thou devoted him:
13 Amam-pihaino mikotritriake irehe, tsy mañeva azo ty hivazoho haratiañe; tsy mete mioniñe hatsivokarañe; akore te metea’o o mañoho-dozao? Ihe mianjiñe avao, t’ie abotse’ i lo-tserekey t’indaty vantañe te ama’e;
[Thou] whose eyes are too pure to look with approval on wrong, to respect oppression, canst not endure, —Wherefore, shouldst thou respect the treacherous? Be silent, when the lawless, swalloweth up, one more righteous than he?
14 Ie anoe’o hoe fian-driake ondatio, hoe raha milalilaly tsy amam-pifehe.
So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, —like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it:
15 Fonga tarihe’e am-porengotse, kozozote’e an-karato, naho manontoñe an-jarifa, vaho mirebeke am-pitreñañe,
All of which, with a hook, one bringeth up, raketh together with his drag, and hath gathered with his net, —
16 Misoroñe amo harato’eo, naho mañemboke amo jarifa’eo, amy t’ie ro mahavondrake ty anjara’e, naho mahatobàke o mahakama’eo.
On which account, he is glad and exulteth: on which account, he sacrificeth to his Net, and burneth incense to his Drag; because, thereby, rich, is his portion, and his food—fatness!
17 Aa ho koahe’e hao o harato’eo? ho zamane’e nainai’e hao o fifeheañeo fa tsy hanisa?
Shall he, on this account, empty his net? And, the continual slaying of nations, deem to be no pity?
