Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Esiae nye Nyagblɔɖila Habakuk ƒe gbedodoɖa si woadzi ɖe kasaŋku ŋuti.
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.
Yehowa, mese nya le wò gãnyenye ŋuti. O Yehowa, wò nuwɔwɔwo wɔ nuku lo! Gbugbɔ wo wɔ yeye le míaƒe ŋkekewo me. Ɖe wo fia le míaƒe ɣeyiɣi me. Le wò dziku me, ɖo ŋku nublanuikpɔkpɔ dzi.
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Mawu tso Teman va. Kɔkɔetɔ la ɖi tso Paran to dzi. (Sela) Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe yɔ dziƒowo eye eƒe kafukafu yɔ anyigba dzi!
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe nɔ abe agudzedze ene eye keklẽ gã aɖe do tso eƒe asi me, afi si eƒe ŋusẽ be ɖo.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Dɔ vɔ̃ le zɔzɔm le eŋgɔ eye dɔxɔleameŋu le eyome.
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.
Etɔ eye wòʋuʋu anyigba; ekpɔ nu eye dukɔwo ʋuʋu. Blematowo kaka eye gbe aɖe gbe togbɛwo ŋe dze eme. Eƒe mɔwo li tegbee.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Mekpɔ Kusam ƒe agbadɔwo le xaxa me eye Midiantɔwo ƒe nɔƒewo le nublanui me.
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?
O Yehowa, ɖe nèdo dziku ɖe tɔsisiwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dɔmedzoe bi ɖe tɔʋuwo ŋua? Ɖe wò dziku bi ɖe atsiaƒu ŋu esi nèdo wò sɔwo kple wò tasiaɖamwo le wò dziɖuɖu mea?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Ehe wò dati ɖe go eye nèbia be woatsɔ wò aŋutrɔwo na wò. (Sela) Ètsɔ tɔsisiwo ma anyigba lae.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Towo kpɔ wò eye woŋe kple vevesese. Tsiɖɔɖɔ si va yi, tometsiwo ɖe gbe eye woƒe tsotsoewo de dzi.
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.
Ɣe kple ɣleti tɔ ɖe wo nɔƒe le dziƒo esi wokpɔ wò aŋutrɔ bibiawo kple wò akplɔ si le dzo kem miamiamia.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Èzɔ to anyigba dzi le wò dziku dziŋɔ la me eye nèɖo afɔ dukɔwo dzi kple dziku.
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)
Ke èdo be yeaɖe wò amewo eye yeaxɔ na wò amesiamina. Ègbã ta na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe anyigba ƒe kplɔla eye nèɖe amea tso tagbɔ va se ɖe afɔ gbɔ. (Sela)
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.
Ètsɔ eya ŋutɔ ƒe akplɔ ŋɔ ta nɛ esi eƒe asrafowo dze mía dzi be yewoakaka mí. Wole gbe tem abe ɖe wodi be yewoavuvu nublanuitɔ siwo si be la ene.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Ètsɔ wò sɔwo blu atsiaƒu kple tsi gbana la.
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.
Mesee eye nye dzi dzo le menye kpakpakpa; nye nuyiwo dzo nyanyanya esi mese woƒe howɔwɔ la, vɔvɔ̃ ɖom ɖe nye ƒu tome ke eye nye afɔwo ƒo kpakpakpa. Ke malala kple dzigbɔɖi na dzɔgbevɔ̃eŋkeke la be wòava dukɔ si le mía ham la dzi.
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,
Togbɔ be gboti meƒo se o eye wain metse ɖe wainkawo ŋu o, togbɔ be amiti metse o eye nuɖuɖu mele agble dzi o, togbɔ be alẽwo vɔ le alẽkpo me, eye nyiwo vɔ le nyikpo me hã la,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
nye la, makpɔ dzidzɔ le Yehowa me eye madzɔ dzi le Mawu, nye Ɖela, me.
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.
Aƒetɔ Yehowae nye ŋusẽ. Ewɔ nye afɔ abe zinɔ tɔ ene, eye wònana be mazɔa Kɔkɔeƒewo.
