1 En bønn av profeten Habakkuk, sunget etter Shigionoth.

A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.

2 Herre, jeg har hørt om din gjerning; Herre, jeg har sett ditt verk; i tidens gang, la det bli tydelig; i din vrede, husk din nåde.

O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.

3 Gud kom fra Teman, den Hellige fra Paran-fjellet. Selah. Himlene var dekket av hans herlighet, og jorden var full av hans lovsang.

God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.

4 Han lyste som lyset; stråler kom fra hans hånd: der var hans kraft skjult.

He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.

5 Foran ham gikk sykdom, og ild flammende ut ved hans føtter.

Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.

6 Fra sin høye plass fikk han jorden til å skjelve; han så og folkene beveget seg plutselig: og de evige fjellene brast, de tidløse høydene bøyde seg ned; hans veier er evige.

From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.

7 Cushans telt var i uro, og Midjans telt rystet.

The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.

8 Var din vrede flammet mot elvene? Var du sint på havet, siden du red på dine hester, på dine frelsens stridsvogner?

Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?

9 Din bue var fullt avdekket. Selah. Ved deg ble jorden kløvet med elver.

Your bow was quite uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers.

10 Fjellene så deg og ble redde; skyene bragte vann i strømmer: dybets stemme ljomet; solen gikk ikke opp, og månen sto stille.

The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.

11 Ved lyset av dine piler dro de bort, ved glansen av ditt polerte spyd.

At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.

12 Du gikk gjennom landet i vrede, knuste nasjonene i din lidenskap.

You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.

13 Du gikk ut for ditt folks frelse, for frelsen til den som din hellige olje var på; såret hodet til den onde slekt, avdekket hans grunn til halsen. Selah.

You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah.

14 Du stakk dine spyd gjennom hans hode, hans ryttere ble sendt på flukt som tørre strå; de frydet seg i å drive de fattige bort, i å spise dem i hemmelighet.

You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.

15 Dine hesters føtter var på havet, på de store vannmassene.

The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.

16 Da jeg hørte det, skalv mitt indre, og leppene dirret ved lyden; mine knokler ble svake, og mine skritt ble usikre under meg: jeg uttrykte sorgens lyd på trengselens dag, når hans styrker kom opp mot folket i bands.

Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.

17 Selv om fikentreet ikke blomstrer, og det ikke er noen frukt på vinrankene, og arbeidet på oliventreet mislykkes, og markene gir ingen mat; og flokken er kuttet bort fra sitt hvilested, og det er ingen buskap i fjøset:

For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:

18 Likevel vil jeg glede meg i Herren, min glede vil være i min frelses Gud.

Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.

19 Herren Gud er min styrke, og han gjør mine føtter som hjortens, fører meg til mine høyder. For lederen av musikken på strengeinstrumenter.

The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.