Habacuc 3

VULGATA	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Oratio Habacuc prophetæ, pro ignorantiis.	1 Prayer of Habakkuk, the prophet. To a plaintive tune.
2 Domine, audivi auditionem tuam, et timui. Domine, opus tuum, in medio annorum vivifica illud ; in medio annorum notum facies : cum iratus fueris, misericordiæ recordaberis.	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 Deus ab austro veniet, et Sanctus de monte Pharan : operuit cælos gloria ejus, et laudis ejus plena est terra.	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 Splendor ejus ut lux erit, cornua in manibus ejus : ibi abscondita est fortitudo ejus.	4 His splendor spreads like the light; rays shine forth from beside him, where his power is concealed.
5 Ante faciem ejus ibit mors, et egredietur diabolus ante pedes ejus.	5 Before him goes pestilence, and the plague follows in his steps.
6 Stetit, et mensus est terram ; aspexit, et dissolvit gentes, et contriti sunt montes sæculi : incurvati sunt colles mundi ab itineribus æternitatis ejus.	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 Pro iniquitate vidi tentoria Æthiopiæ ; turbabuntur pelles terræ Madian.	7 I see the tents of Cushan collapse; trembling are the pavilions of the land of Midian.
8 Numquid in fluminibus iratus es, Domine ? aut in fluminibus furor tuus ? vel in mari indignatio tua ? Qui ascendes super equos tuos, et quadrigæ tuæ salvatio.	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 Suscitans suscitabis arcum tuum, juramenta tribubus quæ locutus es ; fluvios scindes terræ.	9 Bared and ready is your bow, filled with arrows is your quiver. Into streams you split the earth;
10 Viderunt te, et doluerunt montes ; gurges aquarum transiit : dedit abyssus vocem suam ; altitudo manus suas levavit.	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 Sol et luna steterunt in habitaculo suo : in luce sagittarum tuarum ibunt, in splendore fulgurantis hastæ tuæ.	11 the moon remains in its shelter, At the light of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
12 In fremitu conculcabis terram ; in furore obstupefacies gentes.	12 In wrath you bestride the earth, in fury you trample the nations.
13 Egressus es in salutem populi tui, in salutem cum christo tuo : percussisti caput de domo impii, denudasti fundamentum ejus usque ad collum.	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 Maledixisti sceptris ejus, capiti bellatorum ejus, venientibus ut turbo ad dispergendum me : exsultatio eorum, sicut ejus qui devorat pauperem in abscondito.	14 You pierce with your shafts the heads of their princes whose boast would be of devouring the wretched in their lair.
15 Viam fecisti in mari equis tuis, in luto aquarum multarum.	15 You tread the sea with your steeds amid the churning of the deep waters.
16 Audivi, et conturbatus est venter meus ; a voce contremuerunt labia mea. Ingrediatur putredo in ossibus meis, et subter me scateat : ut requiescam in die tribulationis, ut ascendam ad populum accinctum nostrum.	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 Ficus enim non florebit, et non erit germen in vineis ; mentietur opus olivæ, et arva non afferent cibum : abscindetur de ovili pecus, et non erit armentum in præsepibus.	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 Ego autem in Domino gaudebo ; et exsultabo in Deo Jesu meo.	18 Yet will I rejoice in the LORD and exult in my saving God.
19 Deus Dominus fortitudo mea, et ponet pedes meos quasi cervorum : et super excelsa mea deducet me victor in psalmis canentem.	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.