Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Men lapriyè pwofèt Abakouk te fè pou li plenyen sò li bay Bondye.
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.
-Seyè! Mwen tande tou sa ou te di. M' sezi, m'ap tranble nan tout kò m'. Seyè, gwo mèvèy ou te konn fè nan tan lontan yo, koulye a, fè nou wè yo nan lanne k'ap vini yo. Menm lè ou fache, pa bliye gen pitye pou nou!
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Bondye ap vini soti peyi Edon. Bondye tout bon an ap desann soti sou mòn Paran an. Pouvwa li kouvri tout syèl la. Lwanj li toupatou sou latè.
4 His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Li klere kou gwo solèy. Zèklè ap soti nan men l'. Se la li kache tout pouvwa li.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Li voye vye maladi pran devan li. Li mete lanmò mache dèyè l'.
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.
Lè l' kanpe, latè pran tranble. Li annik gade, moun tout nasyon gen kè kase. Mòn ki la depi lontan yo kraze an miyèt moso. Ti mòn tan lontan yo vin plat. Chemen kote li te konn pase tan lontan yo louvri devan l'.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Mwen wè moun peyi Letiopi yo nan gwo lafliksyon. Moun peyi Madyan yo tou pè.
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?
Eske se sou gwo rivyè yo ou move konsa, Seyè? Eske se sou lanmè a ou fache? Eske se sou lanmè a ou ankòlè konsa, kifè ou moute sou nwaj yo tankou sou chwal ou, tankou sou cha ou pou al delivre pèp ou a?
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Ou kenbe banza ou tou pare nan men ou. Pawòl ou se pakèt flèch anpwazonnen. Zèklè ou yo fann tè a louvri.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Mòn yo wè ou, yo pran tranble. Gwo lapli ap tonbe soti nan syèl la. Dlo anba tè yo ap gwonde. Gwo lanm lanmè ap leve byen wo.
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.
Flèch ou yo pati tankou zèklè. Lans ou yo klere byen klere. Lalin ak solèy pa parèt tèt yo deyò.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Ou move, w'ap mache toupatou sou latè. Nan kòlè ou, ou pilonnen nasyon yo anba pye ou.
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)
Ou soti pou delivre pèp ou a, pou sove wa ou chwazi a. Ou kraze chèf mechan yo. Ou detwi tout moun li yo nèt.
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.
Avèk flèch ou yo, ou pèse kòmandan an chèf lame yo a, lè yo t'ap vare sou nou tankou yon van tanpèt pou gaye nou. Je yo gran louvri ak kontantman tankou moun ki pral devore pòv malere yo kote yo kache a.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Ou foule lanmè a anba pye chwal ou yo. Ou fè dlo lanmè a kimen.
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.
Mwen tande tou sa. Vant mwen bouyi! Lè m' tande tout bri sa yo, bouch mwen pran tranble. Tout zo nan kò m' ap fè m' mal. M' pa ka kanpe sou janm mwen ankò! Mwen rete byen trankil, m'ap tann jou malè a rive, jou Bondye pral mache pran moun k'ap chache nou kont yo.
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,
Pye fig frans yo te mèt pa donnen, pye rezen yo te mèt pa bay rezen, rekòt oliv yo te mèt pa bon, jaden yo te mèt pa bay manje, mouton yo te mèt mouri nan sèka yo, bèf yo te mèt mouri nan pak yo,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
mwen menm, m'ap toujou kontan poutèt Seyè a. M'ap fè fèt pou Bondye k'ap delivre m' lan.
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.
Se Seyè a ki tout fòs mwen. Li asire pye m' tankou pye kabrit. Li fè m' mache sou mòn yo, san m' pa tonbe. Pou chèf k'ap dirije moun k'ap chante yo.
