Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
Pravieša Habakuka lūgšana, pēc augstas dziesmas dziedama: Kungs, kad es dzirdēju Tavu slavu, tad es izbijos.
2 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.
Kungs, tas ir Tavs darbs, izdari to gadiem ritot, gadiem ritot dari to zināmu. Dusmībā piemini žēlastību.
3 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.
Dievs nāk no Tēmana un tas Svētais no Pārana kalniem. (Sela) Viņa augstība apklāj debesis, un zeme ir pilna Viņa slavas.
4 He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
Un spožums atspīd kā (saules) gaisma un stari Viņam abējās pusēs, un tur Viņa spēcība slēpjās.
5 Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
Viņa priekšā iet mēris, un sērga uz viņa pēdām.
6 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.
Viņš stāv un satrīcina zemi, Viņš skatās un biedina tautas, mūžīgie kalni šķīst, vecu vecie pakalni grimst; Viņš staigā mūžības ceļus.
7 The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
Es redzēju Moru ļaužu teltis postā un Midijaniešu dzīvokļus drebam.
8 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?
Vai Tu par upēm esi apskaities, ak Kungs, vai Tev dusmas par ūdeņiem, vai Tev bardzība par jūru, ka Tu brauci ar Saviem zirgiem uz Saviem glābšanas ratiem?
9 Your bow was quite uncovered. (Selah) By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
Tavs stops izvilkts spīd, rīkste, vārdos zvērēta (Sela) Zemi Tu skaldi upēs.
10 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.
Kalni Tevi ierauga, un tiem paliek bail, ūdens plūdi plūst, dziļums kauc, un augsti paceļ savas rokas.
11 At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
Saule un mēness paliek stāvot savā mājoklī, Tavām bultām šaujoties un spīdot, Taviem šķēpiem spīdot un zibot.
12 You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
Dusmībā Tu samini zemi, bardzībā Tu sadragā tautas.
13 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)
Tu izej, glābt Savus ļaudis, glābt Savu svaidīto, Tu satrieci bezdievīgā nama galvu, atsegdams pamatu līdz pat kaklam. (Sela)
14 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.
Ar viņa paša šķēpiem Tu satrieci viņa karavīru galvu, kas kā vētra nāk, mani izkaisīt, kam prieks, nabagu aprīt slepenībā.
15 The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
Tu jāji ar saviem zirgiem pa jūru, pa varenu ūdeņu plūdiem.
16 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.
Kad es to dzirdēju, tad manas iekšas trīcēja, no tās balss drebēja manas lūpas; puveši nāk manos kaulos, es trīcu savā vietā, ka man klusu jāgaida tā bēdu diena, kad celsies pret tiem ļaudīm, kas tos spaidīs.
17 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:
Ja vīģes koks nezaļos, un augļu nebūs vīna kokam; eļļas koka augums nepiepilda cerības, un tīrumi nenes barību, avis izzudušas no ganībām un lopa nav laidaros.
18 Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
Bet tomēr es priecāšos iekš Tā Kunga, es līksmošos iekš Dieva, sava Pestītāja.
19 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.
Tas Kungs Dievs ir mans stiprums, viņš dara man kājas kā stirnām un mani vedīs pa maniem kalniem. - Dziedātāju vadonim uz manām koklēm.
