Habakkuk 3

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	NOVA VULGATA
1 Prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet. To a plaintive tune.	1 Oratio Habacuc prophetae. Secundum melodiam lamentationum.
2 O LORD, I have heard your renown, and feared, O LORD, your work. In the course of the years revive it, in the course of the years make it known; in your wrath remember compassion!	2 Domine, audivi auditionem tuam et timui, Domine, opus tuum. In medio annorum vivifica illud, in medio annorum notum facies. Cum iratus fueris, misericordiae recordaberis.
3 God comes from Teman , the Holy One from Mount Paran. Covered are the heavens with his glory, and with his praise the earth is filled.	3 Deus a Theman veniet, et Sanctus de monte Pharan. — Selah. Operit caelos gloria eius, et laudis eius plena est terra.
4 His splendor spreads like the light; rays shine forth from beside him, where his power is concealed.	4 Splendor eius ut lux erit, radii ex manibus eius: ibi abscondita est fortitudo eius.
5 Before him goes pestilence, and the plague follows in his steps.	5 Ante faciem eius ibit mors, et egredietur pestis post pedes eius.
6 He pauses to survey the earth; his look makes the nations tremble. The eternal mountains are shattered, the age-old hills bow low along his ancient ways.	6 Stetit et concussit terram, aspexit et dissolvit gentes. Et contriti sunt montes saeculi, incurvati sunt colles antiqui ab itineribus aeternitatis eius.
7 I see the tents of Cushan collapse; trembling are the pavilions of the land of Midian.	7 In afflictione vidi tentoria Chusan; turbantur pelles terrae Madian.
8 Is your anger against the streams, O LORD? Is your wrath against the streams, your rage against the sea, That you drive the steeds of your victorious chariot?	8 Numquid in fluminibus iratus es, Domine, aut in fluminibus furor tuus vel in mari indignatio tua? Quia ascendes super equos tuos, quadrigas tuas victrices.
9 Bared and ready is your bow, filled with arrows is your quiver. Into streams you split the earth;	9 Suscitans suscitabis arcum tuum, sagittis replevisti pharetram tuam. — Selah. In fluvios scindes terram,
10 at sight of you the mountains tremble. A torrent of rain descends; the ocean gives forth its roar. The sun forgets to rise,	10 viderunt te et doluerunt montes. Effuderunt aquas nubes, dedit abyssus vocem suam, in altum levavit manus suas.
11 the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.	11 Sol et luna steterunt in habitaculo suo, prae luce sagittarum tuarum discedunt, prae splendore fulgurantis hastae tuae.
12 In wrath you bestride the earth, in fury you trample the nations.	12 In fremitu calcabis terram, in furore conteres gentes.
13 You come forth to save your people, to save your anointed one. You crush the heads of the wicked, you lay bare their bases at the neck.	13 Egressus es in salutem populi tui, in salutem cum christo tuo. Percussisti caput de domo impii, denudasti fundamentum usque ad petram. — Selah.
14 You pierce with your shafts the heads of their princes whose boast would be of devouring the wretched in their lair.	14 Confodisti iaculis tuis caput bellatorum eius, venientium ut turbo ad dispergendum me; exsultatio eorum, sicut eius, qui devorat pauperem in abscondito.
15 You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters.	15 Viamfecisti in mari equis tuis, in luto aquarum multarum.
16 I hear, and my body trembles; at the sound, my lips quiver. Decay invades my bones, my legs tremble beneath me. I await the day of distress that will come upon the people who attack us.	16 Audivi, et conturbatus est venter meus, ad vocem contremuerunt labia mea. Ingreditur putredo in ossibus meis, et subterme vacillant gressus mei. Conquiescam in die tribulationis, ut ascendat super populum, qui invadit nos.
17 For though the fig tree blossom not nor fruit be on the vines, Though the yield of the olive fail and the terraces produce no nourishment, Though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls,	17 Ficus enim non florebit, et non erit fructus in vineis; mentietur opus olivae, et arva non afferent cibum; abscissum est de ovili pecus, et non est armentum in praesepibus.
18 Yet will I rejoice in the LORD and exult in my saving God.	18 Ego autem in Domino gaudebo et exsultabo in Deo salvatore meo.
19 GOD, my Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me to go upon the heights. For the leader; with stringed instruments.	19 Dominus Deus fortitudo mea et ponet pedes meos quasi cervorum et super excelsa mea deducet me. Magistro chori. Ad sonitum chordarum.