Книга пророка Аввакума 3
1 Молитва Аввакума пророка с песнию. Господи, услышах слух Твой и убояхся:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
2 Господи, разумех дела Твоя и ужасохся: посреде двою животну познан будеши: внегда приближитися летом, познаешися: внегда приити времени, явишися: внегда смутитися души моей во гневе, милость (Твою) помянеши.
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 от юга приидет, и Святый из горы Приосененныя чащи: покры небеса добродетель Его, и хваления Его исполнь земля.
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 И сияние Его яко свет будет: рози в руках Его, и положи любовь державну крепости Своея.
He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
5 Пред лицем Его предидет слово, и изыдет на поле при ногу Его.
Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
6 Ста, и подвижеся земля: призре, и растаяша языцы: стрышася горы нуждею, и растаяша холми вечнии, шествия вечная Его,
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 за труд видеша селения Ефиопская, убоятся и кровы земли Мадиамския.
The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
8 Еда в реках прогневаешися, Господи? Еда в реках ярость Твоя? Или в мори устремление Твое? Яко всядеши на кони Твоя, и яждение Твое спасение.
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 Наляцая налячеши лук Твой на скиптры, глаголет Господь: реками разсядется земля.
Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
10 Узрят тя и поболят людие, расточая воды шествия Его: даде бездна глас свой, высота привидения своя:
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 воздвижеся солнце, и луна ста в чине своем: во свете стрелы Твоя пойдут, в блистании молний оружий Твоих.
At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
12 Прещением умалиши землю и яростию низложиши языки.
You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
13 Изшел еси во спасение людий Твоих, спасти помазанныя Твоя, вложил еси во главы беззаконных смерть, воздвигл еси узы даже до выи в конец:
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 разсекл еси во изступлении главы сильных, сотрясутся в ней: разверзут узды своя яко снедаяй нищий тай.
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 И навел еси на море кони Твоя, смущающыя воды многи.
The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
16 Сохранихся, и убояся сердце мое от гласа молитвы устен моих, и вниде трепет в кости моя, и во мне смятеся крепость моя: почию в день скорби моея, да взыду в люди пришелствия моего.
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 Зане смоковь не плодопринесет, и не будет рода в лозах: солжет дело маслинное, и поля не сотворят яди: оскудеша овцы от пищи, и не будет волов при яслех.
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 Аз же о Господе возрадуюся, возвеселюся о Бозе спасе моем.
Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
19 Господь Бог мой сила моя, и учинит нозе мои на совершение, и на высокая возводит мя, еже победити ми в песни Его.
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.
