Habakuk 3
1 Saa mpaebɔ yi, Habakuk too no sɛ dwom:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
2 Awurade, mate wo ho nsɛm nyinaa, Na wʼanwonwadwuma a woayɛ no, me ho adwiriw me. Yɛ no foforo wɔ yɛn mmere so. Yɛn mmere yi mu, ma wonhu. Wʼabufuwhyew mu no, kae wo mmɔborɔhunu.
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 Onyankopɔn fi Teman bae, Ɔkronkronni a ofi Bepɔw Paran so, Nʼanuonyam kata ɔsoro, na nʼayeyi hyɛ asase so ma.
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 Ɔhyerɛn sɛ anɔpawia Hann no nsensanee twa yerɛw fi ne nsam, Ɛhɔ na ne tumi ahintaw.
He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
5 Ɔyaredɔm di nʼanim kɔ; Na nsanyare di nʼakyi pɛɛ.
Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
6 Sɛ ogyina a, asase wosow. Sɛ ɔhwɛ a, ɔma aman wosow. Tete mmepɔw dwiriwii, na nkoko a efi tete no ka kataa so. Nʼakwan ntwa mu da.
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 Mihuu Kusanfo ntamadan a atetew ne Midianfo atenae a agyigya.
The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
8 Awurade, wo bo fuw nsubɔnten no? Wʼabufuw no tiaa nsuwansuwa no? Wosɔre tiaa po, bere a wo ne wʼapɔnkɔ ne nkonimdi nteaseɛnam nam no.
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 Wuyii wo tadua, Woma wɔde agyan bebree brɛɛ wo. Wode nsubɔnten paapae asase mu.
Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
10 Mmepɔw huu wo, na wɔwosowee Osuhweam bɛsen kɔe. Bun no woroo so, na ehuru baa soro.
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 Owia ne ɔsram gyinagyinaa sorosoro hɔ, bere a wohuu wʼagyan a ɛnenam wim no hann, ne wo peaw a ɛpa yerɛw yerɛw no.
At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
12 Wʼabufuwhyew mu no, wonantew twaa asase so na wode abufuw tiatiaa aman no so.
You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
13 Wobaa se worebegye wo nkurɔfo, na woagye nea wɔasra no no nkwa. Wopɛtɛw atirimɔdenfoman no kannifo, wopaa ne ho ntama fi ne ti so kosii ne nan ase.
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 Wode nʼankasa peaw hwirew ne ti mu, bere a nʼakofo bɔɔ yerɛdɛ sɛ wɔrebɛhwete yɛn mu. Wɔpɛɛ sɛ wɔbɛtɔre mmɔborɔfo a wɔakɔ agua no ase koraa.
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 Wode wʼapɔnkɔ tiatiaa po no mu, ma asu kɛse no hurui.
The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
16 Metee no, me koma tui, nnyigyei no maa mʼano poo biribiri; ɔporɔw hyɛn me nnompe mu, na me nan wosowee. Nanso mɛtɔ me bo ase atwɛn akosi sɛ amanehunu da bɛba ɔman a wɔtow hyɛɛ yɛn so no so.
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 Ɛwɔ mu, borɔdɔma nnua no nguu nhwiren, na aba nso nni bobe no so; ɛwɔ mu, ngodua no adi huammɔ na mfuw no mmɔ aduan. Ɛwɔ mu, nguan biara nni buw no mu, na anantwi nso nni ban no mu.
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 Nanso mʼani begye Awurade mu; me ho bɛsɛpɛw me wɔ Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ mʼagyenkwa no mu.
Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
19 Otumfo Awurade yɛ mʼahoɔden. Ɔma me nan yɛ sɛ ɔforote de, ɔma me nantew sorɔnsorɔmmea. Wɔmfa mpae yi mma nnwonto kwankyerɛfo no. Na wɔnto no wɔ mʼasanku no so.
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.
