Habakuk 3

Biblija Hrvatski	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Molitva. Od proroka Habakuka. Na način tužbalice.	1 Prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet. To a plaintive tune.
2 Jahve, čuo sam za slavu tvoju, Jahve, tvoje mi djelo ulijeva jezu! Ponovi ga u naše vrijeme! Otkrij ga u naše vrijeme! U gnjevu se svojem smilovanja sjeti!	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!
3 Bog stiže iz Temana, a Svetac s planine Parana! Veličanstvo njegovo zastire nebesa, zemlja mu je puna slave.	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.
4 Sjaj mu je k’o svjetlost, zrake sijevaju iz njegovih ruku, ondje mu se krije sila.	4 His splendor spreads like the light; rays shine forth from beside him, where his power is concealed.
5 Kuga pred njim ide, groznica ga sustopice prati.	5 Before him goes pestilence, and the plague follows in his steps.
6 On stane, i zemlja se trese, on pogleda, i dršću narodi. Tad se raspadoše vječne planine, bregovi stari propadoše, njegove su staze od vječnosti.	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.
7 Prestrašene vidjeh kušanske šatore, čadore što dršću u zemlji midjanskoj.	7 I see the tents of Cushan collapse; trembling are the pavilions of the land of Midian.
8 Jahve, planu li tvoj gnjev na rijeke ili jarost tvoja na more te jezdiš na svojim konjima, na pobjedničkim bojnim kolima?	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?
9 Otkrivaš svoj lûk i otrovnim ga strijelama sitiš. Bujicama rasijecaš tlo,	9 Bared and ready is your bow, filled with arrows is your quiver. Into streams you split the earth;
10 planine dršću kad te vide, navaljuje oblaka prolom, bezdan diže svoj glas.	10 at sight of you the mountains tremble. A torrent of rain descends; the ocean gives forth its roar. The sun forgets to rise,
11 Sunce uvis diže ruke, mjesec u obitavalištu svojem popostaje, pred blijeskom tvojih strijela, pred blistavim sjajem koplja tvoga.	11 the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
12 Jarosno po zemlji koračaš, srdito gaziš narode.	12 In wrath you bestride the earth, in fury you trample the nations.
13 Iziđe da spasiš narod svoj, da spasiš svog pomazanika; sori vrh kuće bezbožnikove, ogoli joj temelje do stijene.	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.
14 Kopljima si izbo vođu ratnika njegovih, koji navališe da nas s radošću satru, kao da će potajice proždrijet’ ubogoga.	14 You pierce with your shafts the heads of their princes whose boast would be of devouring the wretched in their lair.
15 Gaziš po moru s konjima svojim, po pučini silnih voda!	15 You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters.
16 Čuo sam! Sva se moja utroba trese, podrhtavaju mi usne na taj zvuk, trulež prodire u kosti moje, noge klecaju poda mnom. Počinut ću kada dan tjeskobni svane narodu što nas sad napada.	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.
17 Jer smokvino drvo neće više cvasti niti će na lozi biti ploda, maslina će uskratiti rod, polja neće donijeti hrane, ovaca će nestati iz tora, u oborima neće biti ni gòveda.	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,
18 Ali ja ću se radovati u Jahvi i kliktat ću u Bogu, svojem Spasitelju.	18 Yet will I rejoice in the LORD and exult in my saving God.
19 Jahve, moj Gospod, moja je snaga, on mi daje noge poput košutinih i vodi me na visine. Zborovođi. Na žičanim glazbalima.	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.