Habakuk 3
1 En bønn av profeten Habakuk; efter Sjigjonot.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon 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 Yhwh, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O Yhwh, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst 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 Yhwh displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation?
9 Bar og naken er din bue - dine eder til stammene, ditt ord! (Sela) Til elver kløver du jorden.
Thy bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy word. (Selah) Thou didst cleave 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 thee, 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 thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.
12 I harme skrider du frem over jorden, i vrede treder du folkene ned.
Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst 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)
Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, even for salvation with thine anointed; thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation unto 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.
Thou didst 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.
Thou didst walk through the sea with thine 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 cometh up unto 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 labour 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 Yhwh, 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.
Yhwh God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
