Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
Molitva. Od proroka Habakuka. Na način tužbalice.
2 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.
Jahve, čuo sam za slavu tvoju, Jahve, tvoje mi djelo ulijeva jezu! Ponovi ga u naše vrijeme! Otkrij ga u naše vrijeme! U gnjevu se svojem smilovanja sjeti!
3 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.
Bog stiže iz Temana, a Svetac s planine Parana! Veličanstvo njegovo zastire nebesa, zemlja mu je puna slave.
4 Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
Sjaj mu je k'o svjetlost, zrake sijevaju iz njegovih ruku, ondje mu se krije (sila)
5 Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
Kuga pred njim ide, groznica ga sustopice prati.
6 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.
On stane, i zemlja se trese, on pogleda, i dršću narodi. Tad se raspadoše vječne planine, bregovi stari propadoše, njegove su staze od vječnosti.
7 The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
Prestrašene vidjeh kušanske šatore, čadore što dršću u zemlji midjanskoj.
8 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?
Jahve, planu li tvoj gnjev na rijeke ili jarost tvoja na more te jezdiš na svojim konjima, na pobjedničkim bojnim kolima?
9 Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
Otkrivaš svoj luk i otrovnim ga strijelama sitiš. Bujicama rasijecaš tlo,
10 The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
planine dršću kad te vide, navaljuje oblaka prolom, bezdan diže svoj glas.
11 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.
Sunce uvis diže ruke, mjesec u obitavalištu svojem popostaje, pred blijeskom tvojih strijela, pred blistavim sjajem koplja tvoga.
12 In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
Jarosno po zemlji koračaš, srdito gaziš narode.
13 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)
Iziđe da spasiš narod svoj, da spasiš svog pomazanika; sori vrh kuće bezbožnikove, ogoli joj temelje do stijene.
14 You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
Kopljima si izbo vođu ratnika njegovih, koji navališe da nas s radošću satru, kao da će potajice proždrijet' ubogoga.
15 You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
Gaziš po moru s konjima svojim, po pučini silnih voda!
16 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.
Čuo sam! Sva se moja utroba trese, podrhtavaju mi usne na taj zvuk, trulež prodire u kosti moje, noge klecaju poda mnom. Počinut ću kada dan tjeskobni svane narodu što nas sad napada.
17 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,
Jer smokvino drvo neće više cvasti niti će na lozi biti ploda, maslina će uskratiti rod, polja neće donijeti hrane, ovaca će nestati iz tora, u oborima neće biti ni goveda.
18 yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
Ali ja ću se radovati u Jahvi i kliktat ću u Bogu, svojem Spasitelju.
19 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.
Jahve, moj Gospod, moja je snaga, on mi daje noge poput košutinih i vodi me na visine. Zborovođi. Na žičanim glazbalima.
