Habakkuk 3
1 A Prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth.
Saa mpaeɛbɔ yi, Habakuk too no sɛ dwom:
2 Jehovah, I heard the report of thee, [and] I feared. Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make [it] known: In wrath remember mercy!
Awurade, mate wo ho nsɛm nyinaa, na me ho adwiri me wɔ wʼanwanwannwuma a woayɛ ho, Yɛ no foforɔ wɔ yɛn mmerɛ so. Yɛn mmerɛ yi mu, ma wɔnhunu. Wʼabofuhyeɛ mu no, kae wo mmɔborɔhunu.
3 God came from Teman, And the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covereth the heavens, And the earth is full of his praise.
Onyankopɔn firi Teman baeɛ, Ɔkronkronni a ɔfiri Bepɔ Paran so, Nʼanimuonyam kata ɔsoro, na nʼayɛyie hyɛ asase so ma.
4 And [his] brightness was as the light; Rays [came forth] from his hand; And there was the hiding of his power.
Ɔhyerɛn sɛ anɔpawia. Ɛhan no twa ogya firi ne nsam, Ɛhɔ na ne tumi ahinta.
5 Before him went the pestilence, And a burning flame went forth at his feet.
Ɔyaredɔm di nʼanim kɔ; Na nsaneyadeɛ di nʼakyi pɛɛ.
6 He stood, and measured the earth; He beheld, and discomfited the nations; And the eternal mountains were scattered, The everlasting hills gave way: His ways are everlasting.
Sɛ ɔgyina a, asase woso. Sɛ ɔhwɛ a, ɔma aman woso. Tete mmepɔ dwiri, na nkokoɔ a ɛfiri tete no ka sram so. Nʼakwan nntwa mu da.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction; The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
Mehunuu Kusanfoɔ ntomadan a ateteɛ ne Midianfoɔ atenaeɛ a agyigya.
8 Was Jehovah wrathful with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers? Was thy rage against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Thy chariots of salvation?
Awurade, wo bo fuu nsubɔntene no? Wʼabofuo no tiaa nsuwansuwa no? Wosɔre tiaa ɛpo, ɛberɛ a wo ne wʼapɔnkɔ ne nkonimdie nteaseɛnam nam.
9 Thy bow was made naked, The rods [of discipline] sworn according to [thy] word. (Selah) Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
Woyii wo tadua, Wobisaa sɛ wɔmmrɛ wo agyan bebree. Wode nsubɔntene paapae asase mu.
10 The mountains saw thee, they were in travail: Torrents of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, Lifted up its hands on high.
Mmepɔ hunuu wo, na wɔwosoeɛ Nsuohwiam bɛsene kɔeɛ. Ebunu no woro so, na ɛhuru baa soro.
11 The sun [and] moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows which shot forth, — At the shining of thy glittering spear.
Owia ne ɔsrane gyinagyinaa sorosoro hɔ, ɛberɛ a wohunuu wʼagyan a ɛnenam ewiem no hann no ne wo pea a ɛpa nyinam nyinam no.
12 Thou didst march through the land in indignation, Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
Wʼabufuhyeɛ mu no, wonante twaa asase so na wode abufuo tiatiaa aman no so.
13 Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou didst smite off the head from the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation even to the neck. (Selah)
Wobaeɛ sɛ worebɛgye wo nkurɔfoɔ, na woagye deɛ wɔasra no no nkwa. Wopɛkyɛɛ atirimuɔdenfoɔ ɔman no kandifoɔ, wopaa ne ho ntoma firi ne tiri so kɔsii ne nan ase.
14 Thou didst strike through with his own spears the head of his leaders: They came out as a whirlwind to scatter me, Whose exulting was as to devour the afflicted secretly.
Wode ɔno ankasa pea hweree ne tiri mu, ɛberɛ a nʼakofoɔ bɔɔ yerɛdɛ sɛ wɔrebɛhwete yɛn mu. Wɔpɛɛ sɛ wɔbɛtɔre mmɔborɔfoɔ a wɔakɔ atɛ no ase koraa.
15 Thou didst walk through the sea with thy horses, The heap of great waters.
Wode wʼapɔnkɔ tiatiaa ɛpo no mu, ma nsuo kɛseɛ no huruiɛ.
16 I heard, and my belly trembled; My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place, That I might rest in the day of distress, When their invader shall come up against the people.
Meteeɛ no, mʼakoma tuuɛ, nnyegyeeɛ no maa mʼano poo biribiri; aporɔ hyɛnee me nnompe mu, na me nan wosoeɛ. Nanso mɛto me bo ase atwɛn akɔsi sɛ amanehunu da bɛduru ɔman a wɔto hyɛɛ yɛn so no.
17 For though the fig-tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive-tree shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Ɛwom, borɔdɔma nnua no nguu nhwiren, na aba nso nni bobe no so; ɛwom, ngo dua no adi hwammɔ na mfuo no mmɔ aduane. Ɛwom, nnwan biara nni buo no mu, na anantwie nso nni ban no mu.
18 Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Nanso, mʼani bɛgye Awurade mu; me ho bɛsɛpɛ me wɔ Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ mʼagyenkwa no mu.
19 Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength, And he maketh my feet like hinds' [feet], And he will make me to walk upon my high places. To the chief Musician. On my stringed instruments.
Otumfoɔ Awurade yɛ mʼahoɔden. Ɔma me nan yɛ sɛ ɔforoteɛ deɛ, ɔma me nante sorɔnsorɔmmea. Wɔmfa mpaeɛ yi mma nnwomtofoɔ ntuanoni no. Na wɔnto no wɔ me nhoma nnwontodeɛ no so.
