Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Hae loe Shigionoth nuiah Tahmaa Habakkuk lawkthuihaih ah oh.
2 LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
Aw Angraeng, na thuih ih lok to ka thaih boeh moe, ka zit: Aw Angraeng, kaicae dung ah na sak ih tok to angthasak let ah loe, kaicae ih atue thuem ah panoeksak ah; palung na phui cadoeh palungnathaih to tawn rae ah.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Sithaw loe Teman hoiah angzoh, Kaciim Sithaw loe Paran mae nui hoiah angzoh. (Selah) A lensawkhaih mah vannawk to khuk, long loe anih pakoehhaih hoiah koi.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Anih ih aanghaih loe ni baktiah oh, takiinawk loe a ban hoiah tacawt o: kanghawk a thacakhaih loe a ban thungah oh.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
A hmaa ah kasae nathaih to caeh moe, hmai kangqong nathaih mah a caehhaih to pazui.
6 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.
Anih loe angdoet moe, long to a tah; a khet moe, prae kaminawk to tasoehsak: dungzan ah kacak maenawk loe koih o phaeng moe, kacak maesomnawk doeh tanimh o: a caehhaih loklamnawk loe dungzan khoek to cak.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Pacaekthlaekhaih hoi Kushan ih imnawk to ka hnuk; Midian prae pakaahaih kahni loe ang sih vak boeh.
8 Was the LORD 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?
Aw Angraeng, tuipuinawk nuiah palung nang hoe ai maw? Tuipuinawk nuiah palung na phui maw? Nangmah ih hrangnawk to nang thueng moe, pahlonghaih hrang lakoknawk to nang thueng naah, tuipui nuiah palung na phui maw?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Na lok baktih, acaengnawk lokkamhaih baktih toengah, nangmah ih kalii to na suek coek boeh. (Selah) Tuipuinawk to long hoiah na tacawtsak.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Maenawk mah nang ang hnuk o naah, tasoeh o; tui loe long moe, laemh boih boeh: kathuk tuipui loe hangh moe, a ban to payangh tahang.
11 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.
Nang ih kampha kalii hoi kampha tayae to takhawh naah, ni hoi khrah mataeng doeh a ohhaih ahmuen ah angdoet hoi sut.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Palungphuihaih hoiah long pum ah na caeh moe, palungphuihaih hoiah Sithaw panoek ai kaminawk to na tit.
13 You went out 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)
Nangmah ih kaminawk to pahlong moe, moithawk na nok ih kaminawk to pahlong hanah na caeh: Sethaih sah imthung takoh lu koek to nganbawh kana na paek moe, anih to tahnong hoi khok khoek to nam tuengsak. (Selah)
14 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.
Angmah ih kalii hoiah avang thungah kaom kaminawk zaehoikung to lu ah na thunh: nihcae loe kai amrosak hanah kamhae takhi baktiah ang zoh o; nihcae anghoehaih loe amtang kaminawk tamquta hoi amrosak han ih ni oh.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Nang loe nangmah ih hrangnawk hoiah tuipui maeto pacoeng maeto bangah na caeh moe, tuiphu to nang thawksak.
16 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.
Ka thaih naah ka takpum to tasoeh; a lok pongah ka pahninawk loe angtawt o; raihaih niah kang hak thai hanah, ka huhnawk loe hmawnh moe, ka khoknawk doeh tasoeh o boeh. Kaminawk khaeah anih angzoh naah, angmah ih misatuh kaminawk mah anih to tuh o tih.
17 For even though the fig tree does not 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,
Thaiduet kung hoi misur kung athai ai cadoeh; Olive thaih athai ai moe, lawk ah cang tacawt ai cadoeh; tuu khongkha thungah tuu om ai moe, moi pacahhaih imthung ah moinawk om o ai cadoeh,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
kai loe Angraeng ah kang hoe toengtoeng han, pahlonghaih Sithaw ah kang hoe toengtoeng han.
19 GOD, the Lord, 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.
Angraeng Sithaw loe ka thacakhaih ah oh; anih mah ka khok hae tasuk ih khok baktiah na sah pae ueloe, kaimah ih maesang ahmuennawk ah na caehsak tih. Aqui pop katoeng hoi laasah zaehoikungnawk han ih ni.
