< Habakkuk 3 >

1 A prayer of Habakkuk the Prophet for the ignorances.
Ei bøn av profeten Habakuk. Etter Sjigjonot.
2 O Lord, I haue heard thy voyce, and was afraide: O Lord, reuiue thy worke in the mids of the people, in the mids of the yeeres make it knowen: in wrath remember mercy.
Herre, eg hev høyrt tidendi um deg, eg er forfærd. Herre, ditt verk - kveik det upp att i desse åri! Kunngjer det i desse åri! Midt i harm kom miskunn i hug!
3 God commeth from Teman, and the holy one from mount Paran, (Selah) His glory couereth the heauens, and the earth is full of his prayse,
Gud kjem frå Teman, og den Heilage frå Paranfjellet. (Sela) Hans herlegdom tekkjer himmelen, og jordi er full av hans pris.
4 And his brightnes was as the light: he had hornes comming out of his hands, and there was the hiding of his power.
Det vert ein glans som av soli, geislar gjeng frå hans sida; der løyner seg hans magt.
5 Before him went the pestilence, and burning coales went forth before his feete.
Fyre honom gjeng sott, og sykja fylgjer hans fotfar.
6 He stoode and measured the earth: he behelde and dissolued the nations and the euerlasting mountaines were broken, and the ancient hilles did bowe: his wayes are euerlasting.
Han stoggar, og jordi ristar, han ser, og folki skjelv; dei gamle fjelli sprekk, og ævordoms-haugarne sig i hop. Han fer på vegar frå fordom.
7 For his iniquitie I sawe the tentes of Cushan, and the curtaines of the land of Midian did tremble.
Kusans tjeldbuder ser eg i vande, tjeldi i Midjanslandet skjelv.
8 Was the Lord angry against the riuers? or was thine anger against the floods? or was thy wrath against the sea, that thou diddest ride vpon thine horses? thy charets brought saluation.
Logar din harm mot elvar, Herre? Din vreide mot elvarne? Harmast du på havet, sidan du ferast med hestarne dine, med sigervognerne dine?
9 Thy bowe was manifestly reueiled, and the othes of the tribes were a sure worde, (Selah) thou diddest cleaue the earth with riuers.
Berr, ja berr er bogen din. Svorne er refsingsris i ordet. (Sela) Til elvar kløyver du jordi.
10 The mountaines sawe thee, and they trembled: the streame of the water passed by: the deepe made a noyse, and lift vp his hand on hie.
Fjelli ser deg og skjelv, støyteregn sturtar ned, djupet dyn og styn, det lyfter henderne mot høgheim.
11 The sunne and moone stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrowes they went, and at the bright shining of thy speares.
Sol og måne gjeng inn i sitt hus for skinet frå dine farande piler, for glansen av ditt ljonande spjot.
12 Thou trodest downe the land in anger, and didest thresh the heathen in displeasure.
I harm skrid du fram yver jordi, i vreide trøder du folk under fot.
13 Thou wentest foorth for the saluation of thy people, euen for saluation with thine Anointed: thou hast wounded the head of the house of the wicked, and discoueredst the foundations vnto the necke, (Selah)
Du dreg ut til frelsa for folket ditt, til frelsa for honom som du salva. Du krasar hovudet på huset åt den gudlause, du gjer grunnen berr alt til halsen. (Sela)
14 Thou didest strike thorowe with his owne staues the heades of his villages: they came out as a whirle winde to scatter me: their reioycing was as to deuoure the poore secretly.
Med hans eigne spjot sting du gjenom hovudet på hovdingarne hans som stormar fram, vil spreida meg, som gleder seg som det galdt i løynd å eta ein arming upp.
15 Thou didest walke in the sea with thine horses vpon the heape of great waters.
Du fer yver havet med hestarne dine, det velduge brusande vatnet.
16 When I heard, my bellie trembled: my lippes shooke at the voyce: rottennesse entred into my bones, and I trembled in my selfe, that I might rest in the day of trouble: for whe he commeth vp vnto the people, he shall destroy them.
Eg hev høyrt det, og hjarta skalv. Ved ljoden bivrar lipporne mine, beini morknar i meg, og eg skjelv der eg stend. For eg lyt tolug bia på trengsledagen, til han dreg upp som trengjer folket.
17 For the figtree shall not flourish, neither shall fruite be in the vines: the labour of the oliue shall faile, and the fieldes shall yeelde no meate: the sheepe shalbe cut off from the folde, and there shalbe no bullocke in the stalles.
For fiketreet blømer ikkje, og vintreet ber ikkje frukt, olje-avlen mislukkast. Og markene ber ikkje mat; sauerne kverv or kvii, og det finst ikkje fe i fjøset.
18 But I will reioyce in the Lord: I will ioy in the God of my saluation.
Men eg vil frygda meg i Herren, vil gleda meg i Gud som frelser meg.
19 The Lord God is my strength: hee will make my feete like hindes feete, and he will make me to walke vpon mine hie places. To the chiefe singer on Neginothai.
Herren, Herren er min styrke, han gjev meg føter som ei hind og let meg skrida yver mine haugar. Til songmeisteren, med min strengleik.

< Habakkuk 3 >