Ⱨabakkuk 3
1 Ⱨabakkuk pǝyƣǝmbǝrning duasi, «Xiggaon» aⱨangida: —
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
2 «Pǝrwǝrdigar, mǝn hǝwiringni anglidim, ǝyminip ⱪorⱪtum. I Pǝrwǝrdigar, yillar arisida ixingni ⱪaytidin janlandurƣaysǝn, Yillar arisida ixingni tonutⱪaysǝn; Dǝrƣǝzǝptǝ bolƣiningda rǝⱨimdilliⱪni esinggǝ kǝltürgǝysǝn!
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 Tǝngri Temandin, Pak-Muⱪǝddǝs Bolƣuqi Paran teƣidin kǝldi; (Selaⱨ) Uning xan-xǝripi asmanlarni ⱪaplidi, Yǝr yüzi uning mǝdⱨiyiliri bilǝn toldi;
God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendour fills the earth.
4 Uning parⱪiraⱪliⱪi tang nuridǝk boldi, Ⱪolidin qaⱪmaⱪ qaⱪⱪandǝk ikki nur qiⱪti; Xu yǝrdǝ uning küq-ⱪudriti yoxurunup turidu.
Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
5 Uning aldidin waba, Putliridin qoƣdǝk yalⱪun qiⱪmaⱪta idi;
Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
6 U turup yǝr yüzini mɵlqǝrlidi; U ⱪariwidi, ǝllǝrni dǝkkǝ-dükkigǝ saldi; «mǝnggü taƣlar» parǝ-parǝ ⱪilindi, «ǝbǝdiy dɵng-egizliklǝr» egildürüldi, Uning yolliri bolsa ǝbǝdiydur.
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 Mǝn Kuxan ⱪǝbilisining qedirlirining parakǝndiqiliktǝ bolƣanliⱪini, Midiyan zeminidiki pǝrdilǝrni titrǝk basⱪanliⱪini kɵrdum.
The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
8 Pǝrwǝrdigar dǝryalarƣa aqqiⱪlandimikin? Sening ƣǝziping dǝryalarƣa ⱪaritildimikin? Ⱪǝⱨring dengizƣa ⱪaritildimikin? Atliringƣa, nijat-ⱪutⱪuzuxni epkelidiƣan jǝng ⱨarwiliringƣa minip kǝlgǝnƣusǝn!
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 Sening oⱪyaying ayan ⱪilindi, Sɵzüng boyiqǝ, [Israil] ⱪǝbililirigǝ iqkǝn ⱪǝsǝmliring üqün ayan ⱪilindi! (Selaⱨ) Sǝn yǝr yüzini dǝrya-kǝlkünlǝr bilǝn ayriwǝtting.
Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
10 Taƣlar Seni kɵrüp, azablinip tolƣinip kǝtti; Dolⱪunlap aⱪⱪan sular kǝlkündǝk ɵtüp kǝtti; Qongⱪur dengiz awazini ⱪoyuwetip, Ⱪollirini yuⱪiriƣa ɵrlǝtti.
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 Etilƣan oⱪliringning parⱪiraⱪ nurini kɵrüp, Palildiƣan nǝyzǝngning yoruⱪluⱪini kɵrüp, Ⱪuyax ⱨǝm ay ɵz turalƣusida jim turdi.
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 Sǝn aqqiⱪingda yǝr yüzidin ɵtüp yürüx ⱪilding; Əllǝrni ƣǝzipingdǝ ziraǝtni soⱪⱪandǝk soⱪtung;
In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
13 Ɵz hǝlⱪingning nijat-ⱪutⱪuzuluxi üqün, Sǝn Ɵz Mǝsiⱨing bilǝn billǝ nijat-ⱪutⱪuzux üqün qiⱪting; Ulini boyniƣiqǝ eqip taxlap, Rǝzilning jǝmǝtining bexini urup-yanjip, uningdin ayriwǝtting; (Selaⱨ)
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 Sǝn uning nǝyziliri bilǝn sǝrdarlirining bexiƣa sanjiding; Ular dǝⱨxǝtlik ⱪara ⱪuyundǝk meni tarⱪitiwetixkǝ qiⱪti, Ularning huxalliⱪi ajiz mɵminlǝrni yoxurun jayda yalmap yutuxtin ibarǝttur!
You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
15 Sǝn atliring bilǝn dengizdin, Yǝni dɵwǝ-dɵwǝ ⱪilinƣan uluƣ sulardin ɵtüp mangding!
You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
16 Mǝn bularni anglidim, iqi-baƣrimni titrǝk basti; Awazni anglap kalpuklirim dir-dir ⱪildi, Ustihanlirim qirip kǝtkǝndǝk boldi, Putlirimni titrǝk basti; Qünki mǝn külpǝtlik künidǝ, Yǝni ɵz hǝlⱪimgǝ tajawuz ⱪilƣuqi besip kirgǝn künidimu, Sǝwr-hatirjǝmliktǝ turuxum kerǝk.
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 Qünki ǝnjür dǝrihi qeqǝklimisimu, Üzüm tallirida mewǝ bolmisimu, Zǝytun dǝrihigǝ ⱪilƣan ǝjir yoⱪⱪa qiⱪⱪan bolsimu, Etizlar ⱨeq ⱨosul bǝrmigǝn bolsimu, Ⱪotandin ⱪoy padisi üzülgǝn bolsimu, Eƣilda kala padisi yoⱪ bolsimu,
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 Mǝn ⱨaman Pǝrwǝrdigardin xadlinimǝn, Manga nijatimni bǝrgüqi Hudayimdin xadliⱪⱪa qɵmülimǝn,
yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
19 Pǝrwǝrdigar, Rǝb, mening küq-ⱪudritimdur; U mening putlirimni keyikningkidǝk ⱪilidu; Meni yuⱪiri jaylirimda mangƣuzidu! (Bu küy nǝƣmiqilǝrning bexiƣa tapxurulup, tarliⱪ sazlar bilǝn oⱪulsun).
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.
