Avakum 3
1 Molitva proroka Avakuma; za pjevanje.
A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
2 Gospode, èuh rijeè tvoju, i uplaših se; Gospode, djelo svoje usred godina saèuvaj u životu, usred godina objavi ga, u gnjevu sjeti se milosti.
LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
3 Bog doðe od Temana i svetac s gore Farana; slava njegova pokri nebesa i zemlja se napuni hvale njegove.
God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
4 Svjetlost mu bijaše kao sunce, zraci izlažahu mu iz ruku, i ondje bješe sakrivena (sila) njegova.
His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5 Pred njim iðaše pomor, i živo ugljevlje iðaše ispod nogu njegovijeh.
Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
6 Stade, i izmjeri zemlju, pogleda i razmetnu narode, raspadoše se vjeène gore, slegoše se humovi vjeèni; putovi su mu vjeèni.
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 Vidjeh šatore Etiopske u muci, ustreptaše zavjesi zemlji Madijanskoj.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Eda li se na rijeke razgnjevi Gospod? eda li se na rijeke raspali gnjev tvoj? na more jarost tvoja, kad si pojezdio na konjma svojim i na kolima svojim za spasenje?
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 Pomoli se luk tvoj kao što si se zakleo plemenima; razdro si zemlju za rijeke.
You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
10 Vidješe te gore i uzdrktaše, povodanj navali; bezdana pusti glas svoj, uvis podiže ruke svoje.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11 Sunce i mjesec stadoše u stanu svom, idoše prema svjetlosti tvoje strijele, prema sijevanju sjajnoga koplja tvojega.
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 Srdito si išao po zemlji, gnjevno si gazio narode.
You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
13 Izašao si na spasenje narodu svojemu, na spasenje s pomazanikom svojim; razmrskao si glavu kuæi bezbožnièkoj do vrata otkrivši temelj.
You went out 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 Njegovijem kopljima probio si glavu selima njegovijem kad navaljivahu kao vihor da me razaspu, radovahu se kao da æe proždrijeti siromaha u potaji.
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 Išao si po moru na konjma svojim, po gomili mnoge vode.
You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16 Èuh, i utroba se moja uskoleba, usne mi uzdrktaše na glas, u kosti mi uðe truhlež, i ustresoh se na mjestu svom; kako æu poèivati u dan nevolje, kad doðe na narod koji æe ga opustošiti.
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 Jer smokva neæe cvasti, niti æe biti roda na lozi vinovoj; rod æe maslinov prevariti, i njive neæe dati hrane, ovaca æe nestati iz tora, i goveda neæe biti u oboru.
For even 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 Ali æu se ja radovati u Gospodu, veseliæu se u Bogu spasenja svojega.
yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
19 Gospod je Gospod (sila) moja, i daæe mi noge kao u košute, i vodiæe me po visinama mojim. Naèelniku pjevaèkom uz žice moje.
GOD, 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.
