Yahweh, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, Yahweh. Renew your work in the middle of the years. In the middle of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.
He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.
3:7
ወደምገፁ፡ አዕጻዳት፡ ኢትዮጵያ፡ ወማህደረ፡ ምድር፡ ምድያም፡ ይደነግፃ።
我見古珊的帳棚遭難, 米甸的幔子戰兢。
I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction. The dwellings of the land of Midian trembled.
Was Yahweh displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?
You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. Selah.
I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.
For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish, nor fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls,
3:18
ወንሰ፡ ብግዚአብሔር፡ እትፌሣሕ፡ ወእትኀሠይ፡ በአምላኪየ፡ ወመድኃንየ።
然而,我要因耶和華歡欣, 因救我的上帝喜樂。
yet I will rejoice in Yahweh. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
Yahweh, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.