Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, according to the Shigionoth.
Oratio Habacuc prophetæ, pro ignorantiis.
2 I have heard, Lord, of your fame, I have seen, Lord, your work; through the years you have make yourself known, in wrath you remember mercy.
Domine, audivi auditionem tuam, et timui. Domine, opus tuum, in medio annorum vivifica illud; in medio annorum notum facies: cum iratus fueris, misericordiæ recordaberis.
3 God comes from Teman, and the Holy One from the mountain-land of Paran. (Selah) His glory covers the heavens, and his splendour fills the earth.
Deus ab austro veniet, et Sanctus de monte Pharan: operuit cælos gloria ejus, et laudis ejus plena est terra.
4 Before him it is like the light, rays he has at his side, where his power is hidden.
Splendor ejus ut lux erit, cornua in manibus ejus: ibi abscondita est fortitudo ejus.
5 Before him pestilence stalks, after him plague follows.
Ante faciem ejus ibit mors, et egredietur diabolus ante pedes ejus.
6 He stands, and the earth trembles, he looks, and the nations melt away, and the mountains of old are scattered, the everlasting hills bow down. These are his ways from of old.
Stetit, et mensus est terram; aspexit, et dissolvit gentes, et contriti sunt montes sæculi: incurvati sunt colles mundi ab itineribus æternitatis ejus.
7 The tents of Cushan are afraid, the curtains of Midian tremble.
Pro iniquitate vidi tentoria Æthiopiæ; turbabuntur pelles terræ Madian.
8 Is your wrath, Lord, with the rivers? Is your anger against the streams? Or your rage against the sea? Is that why you ride on your war-steeds? Why you mount your chariots of victory?
Numquid in fluminibus iratus es, Domine? aut in fluminibus furor tuus? vel in mari indignatio tua? Qui ascendes super equos tuos, et quadrigæ tuæ salvatio.
9 Why you bare your bow? Why you fill your quiver with shafts? You split the earth with torrents.
Suscitans suscitabis arcum tuum, juramenta tribubus quæ locutus es; fluvios scindes terræ.
10 The mountains see you and writhe. The tempest of waters sweeps by. The great deep sends forth its voice, and lifts up its hands.
Viderunt te, et doluerunt montes; gurges aquarum transiit: dedit abyssus vocem suam; altitudo manus suas levavit.
11 The sun forgets to rise. The moon stands still in its place. Your arrows go forth to give light. Your glittering spear is as lightning.
Sol et luna steterunt in habitaculo suo: in luce sagittarum tuarum ibunt, in splendore fulgurantis hastæ tuæ.
12 In rage you stride over the earth. In wrath you trample the nations.
In fremitu conculcabis terram; in furore obstupefacies gentes.
13 You go forth to save your people. You go to help your anointed. You crush the head of the wicked nation, laying him bare from thigh to neck. (Selah)
Egressus es in salutem populi tui, in salutem cum christo tuo: percussisti caput de domo impii, denudasti fundamentum ejus usque ad collum.
14 You pierced his head with his spears, as his champions storm out to scatter us, as they rejoice to devour the poor secretly.
Maledixisti sceptris ejus, capiti bellatorum ejus, venientibus ut turbo ad dispergendum me: exsultatio eorum, sicut ejus qui devorat pauperem in abscondito.
15 You tread the sea with your horses, while the mighty waters roar.
Viam fecisti in mari equis tuis, in luto aquarum multarum.
16 I hear, and my body trembles, and at the sound my lips quiver. My bones begin to decay, and my footsteps totter beneath me, while I long for the day of distress to come upon those who attack us.
Audivi, et conturbatus est venter meus; a voce contremuerunt labia mea. Ingrediatur putredo in ossibus meis, et subter me scateat: ut requiescam in die tribulationis, ut ascendam ad populum accinctum nostrum.
17 Though the fig tree bears no fruit, and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive harvest fails, and the fields produce no food, though the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
Ficus enim non florebit, et non erit germen in vineis; mentietur opus olivæ, et arva non afferent cibum: abscindetur de ovili pecus, et non erit armentum in præsepibus.
18 yet I will exult in the Lord, and rejoice in the God who saves me.
Ego autem in Domino gaudebo; et exsultabo in Deo Jesu meo.
19 The Lord God is my strength; he makes my feet as sure as the feet of deer, and causes me to walk on the heights! To the music director: Use stringed instruments.
Deus Dominus fortitudo mea, et ponet pedes meos quasi cervorum: et super excelsa mea deducet me victor in psalmis canentem.
