Habakuk 3
1 Saa mpaebɔ yi, Habakuk too no sɛ dwom:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the 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.
I have heard, Lord, of your fame, I have seen, Lord, your work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy.
3 Onyankopɔn fi Teman bae, Ɔkronkronni a ofi Bepɔw Paran so, Nʼanuonyam kata ɔsoro, na nʼayeyi hyɛ asase so ma.
God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendor fills the earth.
4 Ɔhyerɛn sɛ anɔpawia Hann no nsensanee twa yerɛw fi ne nsam, Ɛhɔ na ne tumi ahintaw.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 Ɔyaredɔm di nʼanim kɔ; Na nsanyare di nʼakyi pɛɛ.
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
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.
He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. These are his ways from of old.
7 Mihuu Kusanfo ntamadan a atetew ne Midianfo atenae a agyigya.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
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.
Is your wrath, Lord, with the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory?
9 Wuyii wo tadua, Woma wɔde agyan bebree brɛɛ wo. Wode nsubɔnten paapae asase mu.
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Mmepɔw huu wo, na wɔwosowee Osuhweam bɛsen kɔe. Bun no woroo so, na ehuru baa soro.
The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
11 Owia ne ɔsram gyinagyinaa sorosoro hɔ, bere a wohuu wʼagyan a ɛnenam wim no hann, ne wo peaw a ɛpa yerɛw yerɛw no.
The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. Your arrows go forth to give light. Your glittering spear is as lightning.
12 Wʼabufuwhyew mu no, wonantew twaa asase so na wode abufuw tiatiaa aman no so.
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
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 go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to 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 pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
15 Wode wʼapɔnkɔ tiatiaa po no mu, ma asu kɛse no hurui.
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
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.
I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us.
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.
Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
18 Nanso mʼani begye Awurade mu; me ho bɛsɛpɛw me wɔ Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ mʼagyenkwa no mu.
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
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; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.
