Књига пророка Авакума 3
1 Молитва пророка Авакума; за певање.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
2 Господе, чух реч Твоју, и уплаших се; Господе, дело своје усред година сачувај у животу, усред година објави га, у гневу сети се милости.
O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.
3 Бог дође од Темана и Светац с горе Фарана; слава Његова покри небеса и земља се напуни хвале Његове.
God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 Светлост Му беше као сунце, зраци излажаху Му из руку, и онде беше сакривена сила Његова.
He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
5 Пред Њим иђаше помор, и живо угљевље иђаше испод ногу Његових.
Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
6 Стаде, и измери земљу, погледа и разметну народе, распадоше се вечне горе, слегоше се хумови вечни; путеви су Му вечни.
From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.
7 Видех шаторе етиопске у муци, устрепташе завеси земљи мадијанској.
The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
8 Еда ли се на реке разгневи Господ? Еда ли се на реке распали гнев Твој? На море јарост Твоја, кад си појездио на коњима својим и на колима својим за спасење?
Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?
9 Помоли се лук Твој као што си се заклео племенима; раздро си земљу за реке.
Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
10 Видеше Те горе и уздрхташе, поводањ навали; бездана пусти глас свој, увис подиже руке своје.
The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.
11 Сунце и месец стадоше у стану свом, идоше према светлости Твоје стреле, према севању сјајног копља Твог.
At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
12 Срдито си ишао по земљи, гневно си газио народе.
You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
13 Изашао си на спасење народу свом, на спасење с помазаником својим; размрскао си главу кући безбожничкој до врата откривши темељ.
You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. (Selah)
14 Његовим копљима пробио си главу селима његовим кад наваљиваху као вихор да ме разаспу, радоваху се као да ће прождрети сиромаха у потаји.
You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.
15 Ишао си по мору на коњима својим, по гомили многе воде.
The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
16 Чух, и утроба се моја усколеба, усне ми уздрхташе на глас, у кости ми уђе трулеж, и устресох се на месту свом; како ћу почивати у дан невоље, кад дође на народ који ће га опустошити.
Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.
17 Јер смоква неће цвасти, нити ће бити рода на лози виновој; род ће маслинов преварити, и њиве неће дати хране, оваца ће нестати из тора, и говеда неће бити у обору.
For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:
18 Али ћу се ја радовати у Господу, веселићу се у Богу спасења свог.
Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
19 Господ је Господ сила моја, и даће ми ноге као у кошуте, и водиће ме по висинама мојим. Начелнику певачком уз жице моје.
The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.
