Habakkuk 1
1 The oracle of which Habakkuk the prophet, had vision:
Proroštvo koje vidje prorok Habakuk.
2 How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?
Dokle ću, Jahve, zapomagati, a da ti ne čuješ? Vikati k tebi “Nasilje!” a da ti ne spasiš?
3 Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, —and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold?
Zašto mi nepravdu iznosiš pred oči, zašto gledaš ugnjetavanje? Pljačka je i nasilje preda mnom. Raspra je, razmirica bjesni!
4 For which cause, benumbed is the law, and there is never any going forth of justice, —for, the lawless, doth circumvent the righteous, for which cause, justice doth go forth perverted?
Zakon je izgubio snagu, a pravda se ni načas ne pomalja. Da, zlikovac progoni pravednika, pravo je stoga izopačeno.
5 Behold ye, among the nations, and look around, Yea stand stock still—stare, —for, a work, is being wrought in your days, ye will not believe, when it is recounted.
Obazrite se na narode, pogledajte, čudite se, zapanjite! Jer u vaše dane činim djelo u koje ne biste vjerovali da vam ga tko ispriča.
6 For, behold me! raising up the Chaldeans, the bitter and headlong nation, —that marcheth to the breadths of the earth, to take possession of habitations, not his.
Da! Evo dižem Kaldejce, narod divlji i naprasit što nadire širom zemlje da obitavališta otme tuđa.
7 Awful and fearful, is he, —from himself, his decision and his uprising, proceed.
On je strašan i jezovit, od njega samog izlazi njegovo pravo i njegov ponos.
8 Then, swifter than leopards, are his horses, and, more sharply they attack, than evening wolves, and forward have leapt his chargers, —Yea, his chargers, from afar, will come in, they will fly as an eagle hath hastened to devour.
Konji su mu brži od leoparda, hitriji od vukova uvečer; jahači mu poskakuju, stižu izdaleka, ustremljeni k'o orlovi da plijen proždru.
9 Solely for violence, will he come, the intent of their faces, is—To the east! And he hath gathered, as the sand, a captive host;
Svi će doći rad' grabeža, lica im žegu k'o istočni vjetar, grabe roblje kao pijesak!
10 And, he, over kings, will make merry, and, nobles, will be a scorn to him: he, at any fortress, will laugh, once he hath heaped up dust, he hath captured it!
Taj se narod kraljevima ruga, podsmjehuje knezovima, poigrava se svim utvrdama, nasipa zemlju i zauzima ih.
11 Then, hath he become arrogant in spirit, and hath committed excess, and so is guilty, —this his violence, is due to his god.
Tad se k'o vjetar okrenu i ode, zlikovac komu je snaga bog postala.
12 Art not, thou, from of old, O Yahweh, my God, my Holy One? Thou diest not! O Yahweh, to judgment, hast thou appointed him, and, O Rock, to correction, hast thou devoted him:
Nisi li od davnih vremena, Jahve, Bože moj, Sveče moj? Ti koji ne umireš! Ti si, Jahve podigao ovaj narod radi pravde, postavio ga, Stijeno, da kažnjava.
13 [Thou] whose eyes are too pure to look with approval on wrong, to respect oppression, canst not endure, —Wherefore, shouldst thou respect the treacherous? Be silent, when the lawless, swalloweth up, one more righteous than he?
Prečiste su tvoje oči da bi zloću gledale. Ti ne možeš motriti tlačenja. Zašto gledaš vjerolomce, šutiš kad zlikovac ništi pravednijeg od sebe?
14 So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, —like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it:
Postupaš s ljudima k'o s morskim ribama, k'o s gmazovima što nemaju gospodara!
15 All of which, with a hook, one bringeth up, raketh together with his drag, and hath gathered with his net, —
On ih sve lovi na udicu, izvlači ih mrežom, pređom ih skuplja i tako se raduje i likuje.
16 On which account, he is glad and exulteth: on which account, he sacrificeth to his Net, and burneth incense to his Drag; because, thereby, rich, is his portion, and his food—fatness!
Stog žrtvuje mreži svojoj, pali tamjan svojoj pređi jer mu pribavljaju zalogaj slastan, hranu pretilu.
17 Shall he, on this account, empty his net? And, the continual slaying of nations, deem to be no pity?
Valja li, dakle, da neprestano poteže mač i kolje narod nemilice?
