1 'n Gebed van H bakuk, die profeet, op die wysie van Sjigjonot.
2 HERE, ek het die tyding aangaande U verneem, ek het gevrees! HERE, roep u werk in die lewe in die midde van die jare; in die midde van die jare laat dit bekend word. In toorn, dink aan ontferming.
3 God kom van Teman en die Heilige van die berg Paran. Sela. Sy majesteit bedek die hemel, en die aarde is vol van sy lof.
4 En glans soos sonlig is daar, ligstrale aan sy sy; en d r is die omhulsel van sy krag.
5 Voor Hom uit loop die pes, en 'n koorsgloed trek uit agter Hom aan.
6 Hy tree op en laat die aarde wankel, Hy kyk en laat nasies opskrik; verpletterd lê die ewige berge, en neergesink die ou, ou heuwels -- paaie van die ou tyd vir Hom.
7 Ek sien die tente van Kusan met onheil oordek, en die tentdoeke van die land M¡dian bewe.
8 Is dit teen riviere, o HERE, teen die riviere, dat u toorn ontvlam het? Of geld u grimmigheid die see dat U ry met u perde, u oorwinningswaens?
9 Heeltemal ontbloot is u boog; besweer is die pyle deur die woord. Sela. Tot riviere splyt U die aarde.
10 Die berge sien U en bewe van angs, 'n wolkbreuk storm verby, die wêreldvloed verhef sy stem, steek sy hande omhoog.
11 Die son, die maan bly in hulle woonplek by die lig van u pyle wat verbyskiet, by die glans van flikkerende spies.
12 In grimmigheid betree U die aarde, in toorn dors U die nasies.
13 U trek uit tot redding van u volk, tot redding van u Gesalfde. U verbrysel die kop van die huis van die goddelose en ontbloot die fondament tot by die nek. Sela.
14 U deurboor met sy eie pyle die hoof van sy leiers wat storm om my te verstrooi; wie se gejuig is asof hulle die ellendige in die skuilhoek wil verslind.
15 U betree die see met u perde, 'n hoop magtige waters.
16 Toe ek dit hoor, het my ingewande gebewe; my lippe het getril by die geluid, bederf het gekom in my gebeente, ja, ek het gebewe waar ek staan, omdat ek rustig moes wag op die dag van benoudheid dat dit aanbreek vir die volk wat op ons 'n aanval maak.
17 Alhoewel die vyeboom nie sal bloei en aan die wingerdstokke geen vrug sal wees nie, die drag van die olyfboom sal teleurstel en die saailande geen voedsel oplewer nie, die kleinvee uit die kraal verdwyn en geen beeste in die stalle sal wees nie --
18 nogtans sal ek jubel in die HERE, ek sal juig in die God van my heil.
19 Die HERE Here is my sterkte, en Hy maak my voete soos die van herte, en Hy laat my tree op my hoogtes. Vir die musiekleier op snaarinstrumente.
1 A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth.
2 O Lord, word of you has come to my ears; I have seen your work, O Lord; when the years come near make it clear; in wrath keep mercy in mind.
3 God came from Teman, and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah. The heavens were covered with his glory, and the earth was full of his praise.
4 He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret.
5 Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet.
6 From his high place he sent shaking on the earth; he saw and nations were suddenly moved: and the eternal mountains were broken, the unchanging hills were bent down; his ways are eternal.
7 The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking.
8 Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?
9 Your bow was quite uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers.
10 The mountains saw you and were moved with fear; the clouds were streaming with water: the voice of the deep was sounding; the sun did not come up, and the moon kept still in her place.
11 At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.
12 You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.
13 You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah.
14 You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.
15 The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters.
16 Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.
17 For though the fig-tree has no flowers, and there is no fruit on the vine, and work on the olive comes to nothing, and the fields give no food; and the flock is cut off from its resting-place, and there is no herd in the cattle-house:
18 Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation.
19 The Lord God is my strength, and he makes my feet like roes' feet, guiding me on my high places. For the chief music-maker on corded instruments.