Habacuc 3
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Habakkuk 3
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| Prière d`Habakuk, le prophète. (Sur le mode des complaintes.) | A prayer of Habakkuk the prophet, put to Shigionoth. |
| Éternel, j`ai entendu ce que tu as annoncé, je suis saisi de crainte. Accomplis ton oeuvre dans le cours des années, ô Éternel! Dans le cours des années manifeste-la! Mais dans ta colère souviens-toi de tes compassions! | 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. |
| Dieu vient de Théman, Le Saint vient de la montagne de Paran... Pause. Sa majesté couvre les cieux, Et sa gloire remplit la terre. | 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. |
| C`est comme l`éclat de la lumière; Des rayons partent de sa main; Là réside sa force. | He was shining like the light; he had rays coming out from his hand: there his power was kept secret. |
| Devant lui marche la peste, Et la peste est sur ses traces. | Before him went disease, and flames went out at his feet. |
| Il s`arrête, et de l`oeil il mesure la terre; Il regarde, et il fait trembler les nations; Les montagnes éternelles se brisent, Les collines antiques s`abaissent; Les sentiers d`autrefois s`ouvrent devant lui. | 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. |
| Je vois dans la détresse les tentes de l`Éthiopie, Et les tentes du pays de Madian sont dans l`épouvante. | The curtains of Cushan were troubled, and the tents of Midian were shaking. |
| L`Éternel est-il irrité contre les fleuves? Est-ce contre les fleuves que s`enflamme ta colère, Contre la mer que se répand ta fureur, Pour que tu sois monté sur tes chevaux, Sur ton char de victoire? | 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? |
| Ton arc est mis à nu; Les malédictions sont les traits de ta parole... Pause. Tu fends la terre pour donner cours aux fleuves. | Your bow was quite uncovered. Selah. By you the earth was cut through with rivers. |
| A ton aspect, les montagnes tremblent; Des torrents d`eau se précipitent; L`abîme fait entendre sa voix, Il lève ses mains en haut. | 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. |
| Le soleil et la lune s`arrêtent dans leur demeure, A la lumière de tes flèches qui partent, A la clarté de ta lance qui brille. | At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear. |
| Tu parcours la terre dans ta fureur, Tu écrases les nations dans ta colère. | You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion. |
| Tu sors pour délivrer ton peuple, Pour délivrer ton oint; Tu brises le faîte de la maison du méchant, Tu la détruis de fond en comble. Pause. | 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. |
| Tu perces de tes traits la tête de ses chefs, Qui se précipitent comme la tempête pour me disperser, Poussant des cris de joie, Comme s`ils dévoraient déjà le malheureux dans leur repaire. | 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. |
| Avec tes chevaux tu foules la mer, La boue des grandes eaux. | The feet of your horses were on the sea, on the mass of great waters. |
| J`ai entendu... Et mes entrailles sont émues. A cette voix, mes lèvres frémissent, Mes os se consument, Et mes genoux chancellent: En silence je dois attendre le jour de la détresse, Le jour où l`oppresseur marchera contre le peuple. | 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. |
| Car le figuier ne fleurira pas, La vigne ne produira rien, Le fruit de l`olivier manquera, Les champs ne donneront pas de nourriture; Les brebis disparaîtront du pâturage, Et il n`y aura plus de boeufs dans les étables. | 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: |
| Toutefois, je veux me réjouir en l`Éternel, Je veux me réjouir dans le Dieu de mon salut. | Still, I will be glad in the Lord, my joy will be in the God of my salvation. |
| L`Éternel, le Seigneur, est ma force; Il rend mes pieds semblables à ceux des biches, Et il me fait marcher sur mes lieux élevés. Au chefs des chantres. Avec instruments à cordes. | 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. |
