¹A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth.

¹Prohvet Habakuki palve kaebelaulude kujul:

²O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.

²'Issand, ma olen kuulnud su sõnumit, ma kardan su tegu, Issand. Aga lase see ligemail aastail sündida, tee see ligemail aastail teoks ja mõtle oma vihas halastusele!

³God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.

³Jumal tuleb Teemanist, püha Paarani mäelt! Sela. Tema aulikkus katab taevaid ja maa on täis tema kiitust.

⁴And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power.

⁴Tema all on nagu valguse sära, tema kõrval on kiired, seal on ta võimsuse loor.

⁵Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet.

⁵Tema ees käib katk ja tema kannul tuleb taud.

⁶He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.

⁶Tema seisab ja mõõdab maad, tema vaatab ja paneb rahvad võpatama. Purunevad igavesed mäed, vajuvad ürgsed künkad. Tema teed on igavesed.

⁷I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

⁷Ma näen Kuusani telke vaevakoorma all, Midjanimaa telgiriided värisevad.

⁸Was the LORD displeased against the rivers? was thine anger against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy chariots of salvation?

⁸Kas oled vihane jõgede pärast, Issand? Ons sul viha jõgede või raev mere vastu, kui sa sõidad oma hobuste seljas ja võit on su sõjavankrite päralt?

⁹Thy bow was made quite naked, according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy word. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.

⁹Sina paljastad oma ammu, paned nooled nöörile. Sela. Sina lõhestad jõgedega maa.

¹⁰The mountains saw thee, and they trembled: the overflowing of the water passed by: the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.

¹⁰Mäed näevad sind ja värisevad, pilved kallavad vett, põhjavesi teeb häält, tõstab oma käed kõrgele.

¹¹The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.

¹¹Päike ja kuu jäävad tõusmata: nad jäävad paigale noolte valguses, su välkuvate piikide säras.

¹²Thou didst march through the land in indignation, thou didst thresh the heathen in anger.

¹²Raevus sammud sa läbi maa, vihas peksad rahvaid nagu reht.

¹³Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, even for salvation with thine anointed; thou woundedst the head out of the house of the wicked, by discovering the foundation unto the neck. Selah.

¹³Sa lähed aitama oma rahvast, appi oma võitule. Sa peksad puruks katuse õela kojalt ja paljastad aluse kaljuni. Sela.

¹⁴Thou didst strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

¹⁴Sa läbistad oma nooltega nende pea, kes tõttavad mind laiali pillutama; nad hõiskavad, otsekui neelaksid nad viletsaid salamahti.

¹⁵Thou didst walk through the sea with thine horses, through the heap of great waters.

¹⁵Sa tallasid merre tema ratsud, voogude põhjaporri.

¹⁶When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.

¹⁶Ma kuulen seda ja mu ihu väriseb, hääl paneb vabisema mu huuled, mädanik tungib mu luudesse ja mu põlved värisevad, aga ma ootan, kuni hädaaeg tuleb selle rahva üle, kes on tulnud meile kallale.

¹⁷Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:

¹⁷Kuigi viigipuu ei õitse ja viinapuudel pole vilja, õlipuu saak äpardub ja põllud ei anna toidust, lambad ja kitsed kaovad tarast ja veiseid pole karjaaedades,

¹⁸Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

¹⁸ometi rõõmustan mina Issandas, hõiskan oma pääste Jumalas.

¹⁹The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.

¹⁹Issand Jumal on minu jõud. Tema teeb mu jalad emahirve jalgade sarnaseks ja paneb mind käima mu kõrgustikel.' Laulujuhatajale: minu keelpillisaade.