Habakuk 3
1 Ei bøn av profeten Habakuk. Etter Sjigjonot.
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet on Shigionoth.
2 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!
O LORD, I have heard your speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive your work in the middle of the years, in the middle of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
3 Gud kjem frå Teman, og den Heilage frå Paranfjellet. (Sela) Hans herlegdom tekkjer himmelen, og jordi er full av hans pris.
God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. (Selah) His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 Det vert ein glans som av soli, geislar gjeng frå hans sida; der løyner seg hans magt.
And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.
5 Fyre honom gjeng sott, og sykja fylgjer hans fotfar.
Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.
6 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.
He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
7 Kusans tjeldbuder ser eg i vande, tjeldi i Midjanslandet skjelv.
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
8 Logar din harm mot elvar, Herre? Din vreide mot elvarne? Harmast du på havet, sidan du ferast med hestarne dine, med sigervognerne dine?
Was the LORD displeased against the rivers? was your anger against the rivers? was your wrath against the sea, that you did ride on your horses and your chariots of salvation?
9 Berr, ja berr er bogen din. Svorne er refsingsris i ordet. (Sela) Til elvar kløyver du jordi.
Your bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even your word. (Selah) You did split the earth with rivers.
10 Fjelli ser deg og skjelv, støyteregn sturtar ned, djupet dyn og styn, det lyfter henderne mot høgheim.
The mountains saw you, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.
11 Sol og måne gjeng inn i sitt hus for skinet frå dine farande piler, for glansen av ditt ljonande spjot.
The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of your arrows they went, and at the shining of your glittering spear.
12 I harm skrid du fram yver jordi, i vreide trøder du folk under fot.
You did march through the land in indignation, you did thresh the heathen in anger.
13 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)
You went forth for the salvation of your people, even for salvation with your anointed; you wounded the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation to the neck. (Selah)
14 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.
You did strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
15 Du fer yver havet med hestarne dine, det velduge brusande vatnet.
You did walk through the sea with your horses, through the heap of great waters.
16 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.
When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he comes up to the people, he will invade them with his troops.
17 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.
Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18 Men eg vil frygda meg i Herren, vil gleda meg i Gud som frelser meg.
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 Herren, Herren er min styrke, han gjev meg føter som ei hind og let meg skrida yver mine haugar. Til songmeisteren, med min strengleik.
The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
