Habakkuk 3
1 Àdúrà wòlíì Habakuku gẹ́gẹ́ bí sígónótì. Ohun èlò orin.
A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
2 Olúwa mo tí gbọ́ ohùn rẹ; ẹ̀rù sì ba mi fún iṣẹ́ rẹ Olúwa sọ wọn di ọ̀tún ní ọjọ́ ti wa, ní àkókò tiwa, jẹ́ kó di mí mọ̀; ni ìbínú, rántí àánú.
Jehovah, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, Jehovah. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
3 Ọlọ́run yóò wa láti Temani, ibi mímọ́ jùlọ láti òkè Parani ògo rẹ̀ sí bo àwọn ọ̀run, ilé ayé sì kún fún ìyìn rẹ.
God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
4 Dídán rẹ sí dàbí ìmọ́lẹ̀ oòrùn ìtànṣán ìmọ́lẹ̀ jáde wa láti ọwọ́ rẹ, níbi tí wọn fi agbára rẹ̀ pamọ́ sí.
His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
5 Àjàkálẹ̀-ààrùn ń lọ ni iwájú rẹ; ìyọnu sí ń tọ ẹsẹ̀ rẹ lọ.
Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
6 Ó dúró, ó sì mi ayé; ó wò, ó sì mú àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè wárìrì a sì tú àwọn òkè ńlá ayérayé ká, àwọn òkè kéékèèké ayérayé sì tẹríba: ọ̀nà rẹ ayérayé ni.
He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
7 Mo rí àgọ́ Kuṣani nínú ìpọ́njú àti àwọn ibùgbé Midiani nínú ìrora.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
8 Ǹjẹ́ ìwọ ha ń bínú sí àwọn odò nì, Olúwa? Ǹjẹ́ ìbínú rẹ wa lórí àwọn odò ṣíṣàn bí? Ìbínú rẹ ha wá sórí Òkun tí ìwọ fi ń gun ẹṣin, àti kẹ̀kẹ́ ìgbàlà rẹ?
Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
9 A ṣí ọrun rẹ sílẹ̀ pátápátá, gẹ́gẹ́ bí ìbúra àwọn ẹ̀yà, àní ọ̀rọ̀ rẹ, ìwọ sì fi odò pín ilẹ̀ ayé.
You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
10 Àwọn òkè ńlá ri ọ wọn sì wárìrì àgbàrá òjò ń sàn án kọjá lọ; ibú ń ké ramúramù ó sì gbé irú omi sókè.
The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
11 Òòrùn àti Òṣùpá dúró jẹ́ẹ́jẹ́ ni ibùgbé wọn, pẹ̀lú ìmọ́lẹ̀ ọfà rẹ ni wọn yára lọ, àti ni dídán ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ ti ń kọ mànà.
The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 Ní ìrunú ni ìwọ rin ilẹ̀ náà já, ní ìbínú ni ìwọ tí tẹ́ àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè rẹ.
You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
13 Ìwọ jáde lọ láti tú àwọn ènìyàn rẹ sílẹ̀, àti láti gba ẹni àmì òróró rẹ là, Ìwọ ti run àwọn olórí kúrò nínú ilẹ̀ àwọn ènìyàn búburú, ó sì bọ ìhámọ́ra rẹ láti orí de ẹsẹ̀.
You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. (Selah)
14 Pẹ̀lú ọ̀kọ̀ rẹ̀ kí ó fi gún orí rẹ nígbà tí àwọn jagunjagun rẹ̀ jáde láti tú wá ká, ayọ̀ wọn sì ni láti jẹ tálákà run ní ìkọ̀kọ̀.
You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
15 Ìwọ fi ẹṣin rẹ rìn Òkun já, ó sì da àwọn omi ńlá ru.
You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
16 Mo gbọ́, ọkàn mi sì wárìrì, ètè mi sì gbọ̀n sí ìró náà; ìbàjẹ́ sì wọ inú egungun mi lọ, ẹsẹ̀ mi sì wárìrì, mo dúró ni ìdákẹ́ jẹ́ẹ́ fún ọjọ́ ìdààmú láti de sórí àwọn ènìyàn tó ń dojúkọ wá.
I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
17 Bí igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ ko tilẹ̀ tanná, tí èso kò sí nínú àjàrà; tí igi olifi ko le so, àwọn oko ko sì mú oúnjẹ wá; tí a sì ké agbo ẹran kúrò nínú agbo, tí kò sì sí ọwọ́ ẹran ni ibùso mọ́,
For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls:
18 síbẹ̀, èmi ó láyọ̀ nínú Olúwa, èmi yóò sí máa yọ nínú Ọlọ́run ìgbàlà mi.
yet I will rejoice in Jehovah. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.
19 Olúwa Olódùmarè ni agbára mi, òun yóò sí ṣe ẹsẹ̀ mi bí ẹsẹ̀ abo àgbọ̀nrín, yóò sí mú mi rìn lórí ibi gíga. Sí olórí akọrin lórí ohun èlò orin olókùn mi.
Jehovah is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.
