Anbaaqoom 3
1 Kadhannaa Anbaaqoom raajichaa shigiyonootiidhaan.
A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
2 Yaa Waaqayyo, ani oduu kee dhagaʼeera; yaa Waaqayyo, ani gochawwan kee nan sodaadha. Bara keenya keessa isaan haaromsi; jabana keenya keessa isaan beekkamsiisi; yeroo dheekamtutti araara yaadadhu.
LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
3 Waaqni Teemaan irraa, Inni Qulqullichi Tulluu Phaaraaniitii dhufe. Ulfinni isaa samiiwwan haguuge; galanni isaas lafa guute.
God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
4 Miidhaginni isaa akkuma baʼiisa aduu ti; gaanfawwan lama harka isaatii baʼu; humni isaas achi dhokateera.
His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5 Fuula isaa dura dhaʼichatu deeme; golfaanis isa duukaa buʼe.
Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
6 Inni dhaabatee lafa raase; ilaalee akka saboonni hollatan godhe. Tulluuwwan durii ni burkutaaʼan; gaarran bara hedduu jiraatanis ni diigaman. Karaan isaa kan bara baraa ti.
He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
7 Ani utuu dunkaanonni Itoophiyaa dhiphatanuu nan arge; golgaawwan Midiyaaniis ni hollatu.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Yaa Waaqayyo, ati lageenitti aartee turtee? Burqaawwanittis dheekkamtee? Ati yeroo fardeen keetiin guluftetti, yeroo gaariiwwan moʼannaa kee yaabbatetti galaanatti dheekkamtee turtee?
Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
9 Ati iddaa kee luqqifattee xiyya itti dhaabbatte. Lafas lageeniin gargar baqaqsite;
You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
10 tulluuwwan si arganii hollattan. Dhaʼaawwan bishaanii achiin darban; tuujubni ni huurse; dambalii isaas ol kaase.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11 Sababii xiyya kee calaqqisaa fiigu sanaatii fi sababii ifa eeboo keetii sanaatiif aduu fi jiʼi samii keessa dhaabatanii hafan.
The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 Ati dheekkamsaan lafa irra marmaarte; aariidhaanis saboota lafatti dhidhiitte.
You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
13 Ati saba kee furuuf, dibamaa kee oolchuuf dhufte. Hoogganaa biyya hamootaa ni daakte; mataadhaa hamma miillaatti qullaa isa hambifte.
You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
14 Yeroo loltoonni isaa nu bittinneessuuf kaʼanii, akkuma waan rakkattoota dhokatanii jiran fixuu gaʼaniitti gammadanitti, ati eeboo ofii isaatiin mataa isaa waraante.
You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
15 Ati fardeen keetiin bishaanota gurguddaa hoomacheessaa galaana irra deemte.
You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16 Ani dhagaʼeen garaan koo raafame; hidhiin koo sagalee sanaan hollate; tortorri lafee koo seene; miilli koos ni hollate. Taʼus ani hamma guyyaan badiisaa saboota nu weeraranitti dhufutti obsaan nan eeggadha.
I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
17 Yoo mukni harbuu daraaruu baatee iji wayinii muka wayinii irra jiraachuu baate iyyuu, yoo mukni ejersaa ija naqachuu didee lafti qotiisaa midhaan dhowwate iyyuu, yoo hoolonni gola keessaa, loonis dallaa keessaa dhabaman iyyuu,
For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls:
18 ani garuu Waaqayyotti nan gammada; Waaqa isa na fayyisutti nan gammada.
yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Waaqayyo Gooftaan jabina koo ti; inni miilla koo akka miilla borofaa godha; lafa ol kaʼaa irras na deemsisa.
The LORD is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
