Habakuk 3
1 En bønn av profeten Habakuk; efter Sjigjonot.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on Shigionoth.
2 Herre, jeg har hørt budskapet om dig, jeg er forferdet. Herre, din gjerning - kall den til live før mange år er lidd, ja, kunngjør den før mange år er lidd! I din vrede komme du i hu å forbarme dig!
O LORD, I have heard your speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive your work in the middle of the years, in the middle of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
3 Gud kommer fra Teman, den Hellige fra Paran-fjellet. (Sela) Hans prakt dekker himmelen, og jorden er full av hans herlighet.
God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 En glans som solens lys bryter frem, stråler omgir ham, og i dem er hans makt skjult.
And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.
5 Pest går frem for hans åsyn, og sott følger hans fottrin.
Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.
6 Han stiger frem og ryster jorden; han ser op og får folkene til å skjelve; de evige fjell sprenges i stykker, de eldgamle hauger synker sammen; hans gang er som i eldgammel tid.
He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
7 Jeg ser Kusans telter i sorg, teltteppene i Midians land bever.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
8 Harmes du, Herre, på elvene, er din vrede optendt mot dem, eller din harme mot havet, siden du farer frem på dine hester, på dine seierrike vogner?
Was the LORD displeased against the rivers? was your anger against the rivers? was your wrath against the sea, that you did ride on your horses and your chariots of salvation?
9 Bar og naken er din bue - dine eder til stammene, ditt ord! (Sela) Til elver kløver du jorden.
Your bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even your word. (Selah) You did split the earth with rivers.
10 Fjellene ser dig og bever, vannstrømmer styrter frem; avgrunnen lar sin røst høre, den løfter sine hender mot det høie.
The mountains saw you, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.
11 Sol og måne treder inn i sin bolig for lyset av dine piler, som farer frem, for glansen av ditt lynende spyd.
The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of your arrows they went, and at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 I harme skrider du frem over jorden, i vrede treder du folkene ned.
You did march through the land in indignation, you did thresh the heathen in anger.
13 Du drar ut til frelse for ditt folk, til frelse for din salvede; du knuser taket på den ugudeliges hus, du avdekker grunnvollen like til halsen. (Sela)
You went forth for the salvation of your people, even for salvation with your anointed; you wounded the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation to the neck. (Selah)
14 Du gjennemborer med hans eget spyd hodene på hans skarer, som stormer frem for å sprede mig og gleder sig likesom de skulde til å opete en arming i lønndom.
You did strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
15 Du farer gjennem havet med dine hester, gjennem en haug av store vann.
You did walk through the sea with your horses, through the heap of great waters.
16 Jeg hørte det; da bevet mitt indre, ved lyden dirret mine leber; det kommer råttenhet i mine ben, og jeg bever hvor jeg står, fordi jeg rolig må bie på nødens dag, bie på at han drar op mot folket, han som skal trenge det.
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he comes up to the people, he will invade them with his troops.
17 For fikentreet springer ikke ut, og vintrærne bærer ikke, oljetreets frukt slår feil, og markene gir ingen føde; han har utryddet fårene av kveen, og det finnes ikke fe i fjøsene.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 Men jeg vil fryde mig i Herren, jeg vil juble i min frelses Gud.
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 Herren, Israels Gud, er min kraft, han gjør mine føtter som hindenes og lar mig skride frem over mine høider. Til sangmesteren, med min strengelek.
The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
