Habakuk 3
1 Molitev preroka Habakúka na Šiginot.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet concerning erring ones:
2 Oh Gospod, slišal sem tvoj govor in bil sem prestrašen. Oh Gospod, oživi svoje delo v sredi let, v sredi let ga daj spoznati, v besu se spomni usmiljenja.
O Jehovah, I heard thy report, I have been afraid, O Jehovah, Thy work! in midst of years revive it, In the midst of years Thou makest known In anger Thou dost remember mercy.
3 Bog je prišel iz Temána in Sveti z gore Parán. (Sela) Njegova slava je pokrila nebo in zemlja je bila polna njegove hvale.
God from Teman doth come, The Holy One from mount Paran. (Pause) Covered the heavens hath His majesty, And His praise hath filled the earth.
4 Njegov sijaj je bil kakor svetloba; imel je rogove, izhajajoče iz njegove roke in tam je bilo skrivališče njegove moči.
And the brightness is as the light, He hath rays out of His hand, And there — the hiding of His strength.
5 Pred njim je odšla kužna bolezen in goreče oglje je šlo naprej ob njegovih stopalih.
Before Him goeth pestilence, And a burning flame goeth forth at His feet.
6 Stal je in izmeril zemljo. Pogledal je in razgnal narode in večne gore so bile razkropljene, starodavni hribi so se upognili. Njegove poti so večne.
He hath stood, and He measureth earth, He hath seen, and He shaketh off nations, And scatter themselves do mountains of antiquity, Bowed have the hills of old, The ways of old [are] His.
7 Videl sem kušánske šotore v stiski in zavese midjánske dežele so trepetale.
Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Tremble do curtains of the land of Midian.
8 Mar je bil Gospod nezadovoljen zoper reke? Je bila tvoja jeza zoper reke? Je bil tvoj bes zoper morje, da si jahal na svojih konjih in svojih bojnih vozovih rešitve duš?
Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers [is] Thine anger? Against the sea [is] Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses — Thy chariots of salvation?
9 Tvoj lok je bil razgaljen, glede na prisege rodov, celo tvojo besedo. (Sela) Zemljo si oklenil z rekami.
Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes — saying, (Pause) [With] rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
10 Gore so te videle in so trepetale, preplavljanje vodá je šlo mimo, globina je izustila svoj glas in svoje roke vzdignila na visoko.
Seen thee — pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up.
11 Sonce in luna sta mirno stala v svojem prebivališču. Ob svetlobi tvojih puščic sta šla in ob siju tvoje lesketajoče sulice.
Sun — moon — hath stood — a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
12 V ogorčenju si korakal skozi deželo, pogane si mlatil v jezi.
In indignation Thou dost tread earth, In anger Thou dost thresh nations.
13 Šel si naprej zaradi rešitve duš svojega ljudstva, celó zaradi rešitve duš s svojim maziljenim. Ti raniš poglavarja hiše zlobnih z razkritjem temelja do vratu. (Sela)
Thou hast gone forth for the salvation of Thy people, For salvation with Thine anointed, Thou hast smitten the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation unto the neck. (Pause)
14 Z njegovimi kopji si prebodel poglavarja njegovih vasi. Ven so prišli kakor vrtinčast veter, da me razkropijo. Njihovo razveseljevanje je bilo kakor, da bi na skrivaj požrli ubogega.
Thou hast pierced with his staves the head of his leaders, They are tempestuous to scatter me, Their exultation [is] as to consume the poor in secret.
15 Skozi morje si hodil s svojimi konji, skozi kup velikih vodá.
Thou hast proceeded through the sea with Thy horses — the clay of many waters.
16 Ko sem slišal, je moj trebuh trepetal, moje ustnice so drgetale ob glasu. Gniloba je vstopila v moje kosti in v sebi sem trepetal, da bi lahko počival na dan stiske. Ko prihaja gor k ljudstvu, jih bo preplavil s svojimi krdeli.
I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.
17 Čeprav figovo drevo ne bo cvetelo niti ne bo sadu na trtah, [čeprav] bo trud oljke odpovedal in polja ne bodo obrodila nobene hrane; [čeprav] bo trop odrezan od staje in v hlevih ne bo črede,
Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.
18 se bom vendar veselil v Gospodu, užival bom v Bogu rešitve moje duše.
Yet I, in Jehovah I exult, I do joy in the God of my salvation.
19 Gospod Bog je moja moč in on bo moja stopala naredil podobna košutinim stopalom in dal mi bo, da hodim na svojih visokih krajih. Vodilnemu pevcu na moja glasbila na strune.
Jehovah the Lord [is] my strength, And He doth make my feet like hinds, And on my high-places causeth me to tread. To the overseer with my stringed instruments!
