Habakuk 3
1 Ei bøn av profeten Habakuk. Etter Sjigjonot.
A PRAYER OF THE PROPHET AMBACUM, WITH A SONG.
2 Herre, eg hev høyrt tidendi um deg, eg er forfærd. Herre, ditt verk - kveik det upp att i desse åri! Kunngjer det i desse åri! Midt i harm kom miskunn i hug!
O Lord, I have heard your report, and was afraid: I considered your works, and was amazed: you shall be known between the two living creatures, you shall be acknowledged when the years draw near; you shall be manifested when the time is come; when my soul is troubled, you will in wrath remember mercy.
3 Gud kjem frå Teman, og den Heilage frå Paranfjellet. (Sela) Hans herlegdom tekkjer himmelen, og jordi er full av hans pris.
God shall come from Thaeman, and the Holy One from the dark shady mount Pharan. (Pause)
4 Det vert ein glans som av soli, geislar gjeng frå hans sida; der løyner seg hans magt.
His excellence covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise. And his brightness shall be as light; [there were] horns in his hands, and he caused a mighty love of his strength.
5 Fyre honom gjeng sott, og sykja fylgjer hans fotfar.
Before his face shall go a report, and it shall go forth into the plains,
6 Han stoggar, og jordi ristar, han ser, og folki skjelv; dei gamle fjelli sprekk, og ævordoms-haugarne sig i hop. Han fer på vegar frå fordom.
the earth stood at his feet and trembled: he saw, and the nations melted away: the mountains were violently burst through, the everlasting hills melted at his everlasting going forth.
7 Kusans tjeldbuder ser eg i vande, tjeldi i Midjanslandet skjelv.
Because of troubles I looked upon the tents of the Ethiopians: the tabernacles also of the land of Madiam shall be dismayed.
8 Logar din harm mot elvar, Herre? Din vreide mot elvarne? Harmast du på havet, sidan du ferast med hestarne dine, med sigervognerne dine?
Was you angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or [was] your wrath against the rivers, or your anger against the sea? for you will mount on your horses, and your chariots are salvation.
9 Berr, ja berr er bogen din. Svorne er refsingsris i ordet. (Sela) Til elvar kløyver du jordi.
Surely you did bend they bow at scepters, says the Lord. (Pause) The land of rivers shall be torn asunder.
10 Fjelli ser deg og skjelv, støyteregn sturtar ned, djupet dyn og styn, det lyfter henderne mot høgheim.
The nations shall see you and be in pain, [as you do] divide the moving waters: the deep uttered her voice, and raised her form on high.
11 Sol og måne gjeng inn i sitt hus for skinet frå dine farande piler, for glansen av ditt ljonande spjot.
The sun was exalted, and the moon stood still in her course: your darts shall go forth at the light, at the brightness of the gleaming of your arms.
12 I harm skrid du fram yver jordi, i vreide trøder du folk under fot.
You will bring low the land with threatening, and in wrath you will break down the nations.
13 Du dreg ut til frelsa for folket ditt, til frelsa for honom som du salva. Du krasar hovudet på huset åt den gudlause, du gjer grunnen berr alt til halsen. (Sela)
You went forth for the salvation of your people, to save your anointed: you shall bring death on the heads of transgressors; you has brought bands upon [their] neck. (Pause)
14 Med hans eigne spjot sting du gjenom hovudet på hovdingarne hans som stormar fram, vil spreida meg, som gleder seg som det galdt i løynd å eta ein arming upp.
You did cut asunder the heads of princes with amazement, they shall tremble in it; they shall burst their bridles, [they shall be] as a poor man devouring in secret.
15 Du fer yver havet med hestarne dine, det velduge brusande vatnet.
And you do cause your horses to enter the sea, disturbing much water.
16 Eg hev høyrt det, og hjarta skalv. Ved ljoden bivrar lipporne mine, beini morknar i meg, og eg skjelv der eg stend. For eg lyt tolug bia på trengsledagen, til han dreg upp som trengjer folket.
I watched, and my belly trembled at the sound of the prayer of my lips, and trembling entered into my bones, and my frame was troubled within me; I will rest in the day of affliction, from going up to the people of my sojourning.
17 For fiketreet blømer ikkje, og vintreet ber ikkje frukt, olje-avlen mislukkast. Og markene ber ikkje mat; sauerne kverv or kvii, og det finst ikkje fe i fjøset.
For [though] the fig tree shall bear no fruit, and there shall be no produce on the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall produce no food: the sheep have failed from the pasture, and there are no oxen at the cribs;
18 Men eg vil frygda meg i Herren, vil gleda meg i Gud som frelser meg.
yet I will exult in the Lord, I will joy in God my Saviour.
19 Herren, Herren er min styrke, han gjev meg føter som ei hind og let meg skrida yver mine haugar. Til songmeisteren, med min strengleik.
The Lord God is my strength, and he will perfectly strengthen my feet; he mounts me upon high places, that I may conquer by his song.
