Habacuc 3

BIBLIA	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Oración del profeta Habacuc, en el tono de las lamentaciones.	1 A PRAYER OF HABACUC THE PROPHET FOR IGNORANCES.
2 ¡Yahveh, he oído tu fama, tu obra venero, Yahveh! ¡En medio de los años hazla revivir en medio de los años dala a conocer, aun en la ira acuérdate de tener compasión!	2 O Lord, I have heard thy hearing, and was afraid. O Lord, thy work, in the midst of the years bring it to life: In the midst of the years thou shalt make it known: when thou art angry, thou wilt remember mercy.
3 Viene Dios de Temán, el Santo, del monte Parán. Pausa. Su majestad cubre los cielos, de su gloria está llena la tierra.	3 God will come from the south, and the holy one from mount Pharan: His glory covered the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise.
4 Su fulgor es como la luz, rayos tiene que saltan de su mano, allí se oculta su poder.	4 His brightness shall be as the light; horns are in his hands: There is his strength hid:
5 Delante de él marcha la peste, sale la fiebre tras sus pasos.	5 Death shall go before his face. And the devil shall go forth before his feet.
6 Se planta él y hace temblar la tierra, mira y hace estremecerse a las naciones; se desmoronan los montes eternos, se hunden los collados antiguos, ¡sus caminos de siempre!	6 He stood and measured the earth. He beheld, and melted the nations: and the ancient mountains were crushed to pieces. The hills of the world were bowed down by the journeys of his eternity.
7 En desgracia he visto las tiendas de Kusán, se estremecen los pabellones de Madián.	7 I saw the tents of Ethiopia for their iniquity, the curtains of the land of Madian shall be troubled.
8 ¿Contra los ríos arde tu cólera, Yahveh, contra el mar tu furor, para que montes en tus caballos, en tus carros de victoria?	8 Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or was thy wrath upon the rivers? or thy indignation in the sea? Who will ride upon thy horses: and thy chariots are salvation.
9 Tú desnudas tu arco, sacias su cuerda de saetas. Pausa. De ríos surcas tú la tierra;	9 Thou wilt surely take up thy bow: according to the oaths which thou hast spoken to the tribes. Thou wilt divide the rivers of the earth.
10 te ven y se espantan los montes, un diluvio de agua pasa, el abismo deja oír su voz. En alto levanta sus manos	10 The mountains saw thee, and were grieved: the great body of waters passed away. The deep put forth its voice: the deep lifted up its hands.
11 el sol, la luna se detiene en su sitio, a la luz de tus saetas que parten, al fulgor del centellear de tu lanza.	11 The sun and the moon stood still in their habitation, in the light of thy arrows, they shall go in the brightness of thy glittering spear.
12 Con furia atraviesas la tierra, con cólera pisoteas las naciones.	12 In thy anger thou wilt tread the earth under foot: in thy wrath thou wilt astonish the nations.
13 Tú sales a salvar a tu pueblo, a salvar a tu ungido. Estrellas la cabeza de la casa del impío, desnudas sus cimientos hasta el cuello. Pausa.	13 Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people: for salvation with thy Christ. Thou struckest the head of the house of the wicked: thou hast laid bare his foundation even to the neck.
14 Traspasas con tus dardos la cabeza de sus nobles que se lanzaban para dispersarnos con su estrépito, como si fuesen a devorar al desdichado en su escondrijo.	14 Thou hast cursed his sceptres, the head of his warriors, them that came out as a whirlwind to scatter me. Their joy was like that of him that devoureth the poor man in secret.
15 Tú surcas el mar con tus caballos, el borbotar de las inmensas aguas.	15 Thou madest a way in the sea for thy horses, in the mud of many waters.
16 ¡He oído y mis entrañas se estremecen, a esa voz titubean mis labios, penetra la caries en mis huesos, bajo mí tiemblan mis pasos! Tranquilo espero el día de la angustia, que va a subir sobre el pueblo que nos asalta.	16 I have heard and my bowels were troubled: my lips trembled at the voice. Let rottenness enter into my bones, and swarm under me. That I may rest in the day of tribulation: that I may go up to our people that are girded.
17 (Pues la higuera no volverá a echar brotes, ni habrá que recoger en las viñas. Fallará la cosecha del olivo, los campos no darán alimento, faltará el ganado menor en el aprisco, no habrá ganado mayor en los establos.)	17 For the fig tree shall not blossom: and there shall be no spring in the vines. The labour of the olive tree shall fail: and the fields shall yield no food: the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls.
18 ¡Mas yo en Yahveh exultaré, jubilaré en el Dios de mi salvación!	18 But I will rejoice in the Lord: and I will joy in God my Jesus.
19 Yahveh mi señor es mi fuerza, él me da pies como los de ciervas, y por las alturas me hace caminar. Del maestro de coro. Para instrumentos de cuerda.	19 The Lord God is my strength: and he will make my feet like the feet of harts: and he the conqueror will lead me upon my high places singing psalms.