Habakkuk 3
1 A prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet, set to victorious music.
Habakkuk peyghemberning duasi, «Shiggaon» ahangida: —
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.
«Perwerdigar, men xewiringni anglidim, eyminip qorqtum. I Perwerdigar, yillar arisida ishingni qaytidin janlandurghaysen, Yillar arisida ishingni tonutqaysen; Derghezepte bolghiningda rehimdilliqni ésingge keltürgeysen!
3 God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and his praise filled the earth.
Tengri Témandin, Pak-Muqeddes Bolghuchi Paran téghidin keldi; (Sélah) Uning shan-sheripi asmanlarni qaplidi, Yer yüzi uning medhiyiliri bilen toldi;
4 His splendour is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.
Uning parqiraqliqi tang nuridek boldi, Qolidin chaqmaq chaqqandek ikki nur chiqti; Shu yerde uning küch-qudriti yoshurunup turidu.
5 Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.
Uning aldidin waba, Putliridin choghdek yalqun chiqmaqta idi;
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.
U turup yer yüzini mölcherlidi; U qariwidi, ellerni dekke-dükkige saldi; «menggü taghlar» pare-pare qilindi, «ebediy döng-égizlikler» égildürüldi, Uning yolliri bolsa ebediydur.
7 I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Men Kushan qebilisining chédirlirining parakendichilikte bolghanliqini, Midiyan zéminidiki perdilerni titrek basqanliqini kördum.
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?
Perwerdigar deryalargha achchiqlandimikin? Séning gheziping deryalargha qaritildimikin? Qehring déngizgha qaritildimikin? Atliringgha, nijat-qutquzushni épkélidighan jeng harwiliringgha minip kelgen’ghusen!
9 You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
Séning oqyaying ayan qilindi, Sözüng boyiche, [Israil] qebililirige ichken qesemliring üchün ayan qilindi! (Sélah) Sen yer yüzini derya-kelkünler bilen ayriwetting.
10 The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.
Taghlar Séni körüp, azablinip tolghinip ketti; Dolqunlap aqqan sular kelkündek ötüp ketti; Chongqur déngiz awazini qoyuwétip, Qollirini yuqirigha örletti.
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.
Étilghan oqliringning parqiraq nurini körüp, Palildighan neyzengning yoruqluqini körüp, Quyash hem ay öz turalghusida jim turdi.
12 You marched through the land in wrath. You threshed the nations in anger.
Sen achchiqingda yer yüzidin ötüp yürüsh qilding; Ellerni ghezipingde ziraetni soqqandek soqtung;
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)
Öz xelqingning nijat-qutquzulushi üchün, Sen Öz Mesihing bilen bille nijat-qutquzush üchün chiqting; Ulini boynighiche échip tashlap, Rezilning jemetining béshini urup-yanjip, uningdin ayriwetting; (Sélah)
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.
Sen uning neyziliri bilen serdarlirining béshigha sanjiding; Ular dehshetlik qara quyundek méni tarqitiwétishke chiqti, Ularning xushalliqi ajiz möminlerni yoshurun jayda yalmap yutushtin ibarettur!
15 You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.
Sen atliring bilen déngizdin, Yeni döwe-döwe qilin’ghan ulugh sulardin ötüp mangding!
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.
Men bularni anglidim, ichi-baghrimni titrek basti; Awazni anglap kalpuklirim dir-dir qildi, Ustixanlirim chirip ketkendek boldi, Putlirimni titrek basti; Chünki men külpetlik künide, Yeni öz xelqimge tajawuz qilghuchi bésip kirgen künidimu, Sewr-xatirjemlikte turushum kérek.
17 For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labour 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,
Chünki enjür derixi chécheklimisimu, Üzüm tallirida méwe bolmisimu, Zeytun derixige qilghan ejir yoqqa chiqqan bolsimu, Étizlar héch hosul bermigen bolsimu, Qotandin qoy padisi üzülgen bolsimu, Éghilda kala padisi yoq bolsimu,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Men haman Perwerdigardin shadlinimen, Manga nijatimni bergüchi Xudayimdin shadliqqa chömülimen,
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.
Perwerdigar, Reb, méning küch-qudritimdur; U méning putlirimni kéyikningkidek qilidu; Méni yuqiri jaylirimda mangghuzidu! (Bu küy neghmichilerning béshigha tapshurulup, tarliq sazlar bilen oqulsun).
