Habakuk 3
1 Saa mpaeɛbɔ yi, Habakuk too no sɛ dwom:
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
2 Awurade, mate wo ho nsɛm nyinaa, na me ho adwiri me wɔ wʼanwanwannwuma a woayɛ ho, Yɛ no foforɔ wɔ yɛn mmerɛ so. Yɛn mmerɛ yi mu, ma wɔnhunu. Wʼabofuhyeɛ 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 firi Teman baeɛ, Ɔkronkronni a ɔfiri Bepɔ Paran so, Nʼanimuonyam kata ɔsoro, na nʼayɛyie 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. Ɛhan no twa ogya firi ne nsam, Ɛhɔ na ne tumi ahinta.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 Ɔyaredɔm di nʼanim kɔ; Na nsaneyadeɛ di nʼakyi pɛɛ.
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
6 Sɛ ɔgyina a, asase woso. Sɛ ɔhwɛ a, ɔma aman woso. Tete mmepɔ dwiri, na nkokoɔ a ɛfiri tete no ka sram so. Nʼakwan nntwa 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 Mehunuu Kusanfoɔ ntomadan a ateteɛ ne Midianfoɔ atenaeɛ a agyigya.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
8 Awurade, wo bo fuu nsubɔntene no? Wʼabofuo no tiaa nsuwansuwa no? Wosɔre tiaa ɛpo, ɛberɛ a wo ne wʼapɔnkɔ ne nkonimdie nteaseɛnam nam.
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 Woyii wo tadua, Wobisaa sɛ wɔmmrɛ wo agyan bebree. Wode nsubɔntene paapae asase mu.
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Mmepɔ hunuu wo, na wɔwosoeɛ Nsuohwiam bɛsene kɔeɛ. Ebunu no woro so, na ɛhuru 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 ɔsrane gyinagyinaa sorosoro hɔ, ɛberɛ a wohunuu wʼagyan a ɛnenam ewiem no hann no ne wo pea a ɛpa nyinam nyinam 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 Wʼabufuhyeɛ mu no, wonante twaa asase so na wode abufuo tiatiaa aman no so.
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
13 Wobaeɛ sɛ worebɛgye wo nkurɔfoɔ, na woagye deɛ wɔasra no no nkwa. Wopɛkyɛɛ atirimuɔdenfoɔ ɔman no kandifoɔ, wopaa ne ho ntoma firi ne tiri so kɔsii 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 ɔno ankasa pea hweree ne tiri mu, ɛberɛ a nʼakofoɔ bɔɔ yerɛdɛ sɛ wɔrebɛhwete yɛn mu. Wɔpɛɛ sɛ wɔbɛtɔre mmɔborɔfoɔ a wɔakɔ atɛ 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 ɛpo no mu, ma nsuo kɛseɛ no huruiɛ.
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
16 Meteeɛ no, mʼakoma tuuɛ, nnyegyeeɛ no maa mʼano poo biribiri; aporɔ hyɛnee me nnompe mu, na me nan wosoeɛ. Nanso mɛto me bo ase atwɛn akɔsi sɛ amanehunu da bɛduru ɔman a wɔto hyɛɛ yɛn so no.
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 Ɛwom, borɔdɔma nnua no nguu nhwiren, na aba nso nni bobe no so; ɛwom, ngo dua no adi hwammɔ na mfuo no mmɔ aduane. Ɛwom, nnwan biara nni buo no mu, na anantwie 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 bɛgye Awurade mu; me ho bɛsɛpɛ me wɔ Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ mʼagyenkwa no mu.
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
19 Otumfoɔ Awurade yɛ mʼahoɔden. Ɔma me nan yɛ sɛ ɔforoteɛ deɛ, ɔma me nante sorɔnsorɔmmea. Wɔmfa mpaeɛ yi mma nnwomtofoɔ ntuanoni no. Na wɔnto no wɔ me nhoma nnwontodeɛ 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.
