|哈巴谷書-Habakkuk 第 3 章|
A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet in shigionoth.
O Jehovah, I have heard the report concerning You and am afraid. O Jehovah, revive Your work In the midst of the years; In the midst of the years make it known; In wrath remember compassion.
|3:3||神從提幔而來，聖者從巴蘭山臨到。 細拉 祂的榮美遮蔽諸天，地上充滿對祂的讚美。|
God comes from Teman, Even the Holy One from Mount Paran. His splendor covers the heavens, And the earth is filled with His praise.
And His brightness is like the light: Rays come forth from His hand, And the hiding of His power is there.
Before Him goes pestilence, And the fire bolt comes forth at His feet.
He stands and measures the earth; He looks and startles the nations; And the ancient mountains are shattered into dust, And the everlasting hills sink down; His goings are as of old.
I see the tents of Cushan Under affliction; The tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
Is it against the rivers, O Jehovah, Against the rivers that Your anger is kindled? Is Your overflowing wrath against the sea That You ride upon Your horses, Upon Your chariots of salvation?
|3:9||你的弓全然顯露，你按你的話起誓，伸出管教的杖。 細拉 你以江河分開大地。|
Your bow is bared utterly; The rods of discipline are sworn according to Your word. You cleave the earth with rivers.
The mountains see you; they writhe; The tempest of water passes by; The deep utters its voice, It lifts its hands high.
The sun and the moon stand still in their high abode At the light of Your arrows going forth, At the brightness of Your glittering spear.
In wrath You march through the earth, In anger You thresh the nations.
You go forth for the salvation of Your people, For the salvation of Your anointed one, You strike the head from the house of the wicked one, Laying bare the foundation, even to the neck.
You pierce, with his own staves, The heads of his warriors. They come out like a whirlwind to scatter me; Their exultation is as if to devour the poor in secret.
You tread the sea with Your horses, The heap of mighty waters.
I heard and my body trembled; My lips quivered at the sound. Rottenness entered my bones, And I tremble in my place, Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress, When he who attacks comes up against the people.
For the fig tree will not sprout, And there will be no yield on the vines; The labor on the olive tree will fail, And the fields will make no food; The flock will be cut off from the fold, And there will be no herd in the stalls.
Yet I will exult in Jehovah; I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Jehovah the Lord is my strength; And He makes my feet like hinds' feet And will cause me to walk on my high places. For the choir director, with my stringed instruments.
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