Habakkuk

Chapter 1

1. The burden which Habakkuk the prophet did varda.
2. O Duchess, how long shall I screech, and thou wilt not aunt nell! even screech out unto thee of slapping, and thou wilt not save!
3. Why dost thou shew me codness, and cause me to varda grievance? for spoiling and slapping are before me: and there are that raise up strife and contention.
4. Therefore the law is slacked, and judgment doth never troll forth: for the naff doth compass about the bona; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.
5. Varda ye among the heathen, and regard, and wonder marvelously: for I will acting dickey a acting dickey in your days which ye will not believe, though it be cackled you.
6. For, lo, I raise up the Chaldeans, that bitter and hasty nation, which shall mince butchly through the breadth of the land, to possess the dwellingplaces that are not their’s.
7. They are nanna and dreadful: their judgment and their dignity shall proceed of themselves.
8. Their horses also are swifter than the leopards, and are more fierce than the bijou nochy wolves: and their horsemen shall spread themselves, and their horsemen shall troll from far; they shall fly as the eagle that hasteth to jarry.
9. They shall troll all for slapping: their ekes shall bevvy up as the east wind, and they shall gather the captivity as the sand.
10. And they shall scoff at the dowriest homies, and the princesses shall be a scorn unto them: they shall deride every butch hold; for they shall heap dust, and lell it.
11. Then shall her mind change, and she shall troll over, and offend, imputing this her power unto her Gloria.
12. Art thou not from everlasting, O Duchess my Gloria, mine fabulosa una? we shall not cark it. O Duchess, thou hast ordained them for judgment; and, O dowry butch Gloria, thou hast established them for correction.
13. Thou art of purer ogles than to varda nana, and canst not varda on codness: wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously, and holdest thy polari when the naff devoureth the homie that is more bona than she?
14. And makest homies as the fishes of the sea, as the creeping fakements, that have no ruler over them?
15. They lell up all of them with the angle, they catch them in their net, and gather them in their drag: therefore they rejoice and are glad.
16. Therefore they parker unto their net, and burn smelly unto their drag; because by them their portion is fat, and their carnish plenteous.
17. Shall they therefore empty their net, and not spare continually to ferricadooza the nations?

Chapter 2

1. I will stand upon my varda, and set me upon the tower, and will varda to varda what she will cackle unto me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved.
2. And the Duchess answered me, and cackled, screeve the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that she may run that vardaeth the lavs it.
3. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall cackle, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely troll, it will not tarry.
4. Varda, her nishta lucoddy which is lifted up is not upright in her: but the just shall live by her faith.
5. Any road up also, because she transgresseth by sherry, she is a proud homie, nishta keepeth at home, who enlargeth her fancy as hell, and is as carking it, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto her all nations, and heapeth unto her all homies and palones:
6. Shall not all these lell up a parable against her, and a taunting proverb against her, and cackle, Woe to her that increaseth that which is not her! how long? and to her that ladeth himself with thick clay!
7. Shall they not rise up suddenly that shall bite thee, and awake that shall vex thee, and thou shalt be for booties unto them?
8. Because thou hast spoiled many nations, all the remnant of the homies and palones shall spoil thee; because of homies‘s blood, and for the slapping of the land, of the smoke, and of all that lett therein.
9. Woe to her that ogleth an nana ogling to her lattie, that she may set her nest on high, that she may be laued from the power of nana!
10. Thou hast consulted scharda to thy lattie by cutting off many homies and palones, and hast kertervered against thy nishta lucoddy.
11. For the stone shall screech out of the wall, and the beam out of the timber shall answer it.
12. Woe to her that buildeth a town with blood, and stablisheth a smoke by codness!
13. Varda, is it not of the Duchess of hosts that the homies and palones shall acting dickey in the dowry binco fakement, and the homies and palones shall a stretcher case themselves for dowry spangly?
14. For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the fabeness of the Duchess, as the aquas cover the sea.
15. Woe unto her that giveth her homie ajax buvare, that puttest thy schooner to her, and makest her daffy also, that thou mayest varda on their nanti zhoosh!
16. Thou art filled with scharda for fabeness: buvare thou also, and let thy chaud’s mudge be uncovered: the cup of the Duchess‘s sweet martini shall be turned unto thee, and shameful spewing shall be on thy fabeness.
17. For the slapping of Lebanon shall cover thee, and the spoil of beasts, which made them afraid, because of homies‘s blood, and for the slapping of the land, of the smoke, and of all that lett therein.
18. What profiteth the graven image that the maker thereof hath graven it; the molten image, and a teacher of lies, that the maker of her acting dickey trusteth therein, to make nanti polari idols?
19. Woe unto her that cackleth to the wood, Awake; to the nanti polari stone, Arise, it shall teach! varda, it is laued over with gelt and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.
20. But the Duchess is in her fabulosa holy carsey: let all the earth keep nishta cackle before her.

Chapter 3

1. A meshigener muttering of Habakkuk the prophet upon Shigionoth.
2. O Duchess, I have aunt nelled thy cackle, and was afraid: O Duchess, revive thy acting dickey in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
3. Gloria trolled from Teman, and the fabulosa una from mount Paran. Selah. Her fabeness covered the heavens, and the earth was full of her praise.
4. And her brightness was as the sparkle; she had colins trolling out of her famble: and there was the hiding of her power.
5. Before her trolled the bad style, and burning coals trolled forth at her plates.
6. She stood, and measured the earth: she beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: her ways are everlasting.
7. I vardad the trolling letties of Cushan in affliction: and the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
8. Was the Duchess displeased against the rivers? was thine wild against the rivers? was thy wrath against the sea, that thou didst ride upon thine horses and thy rattling coves of salvation?
9. Thy bow was made quite nanti zhoosh, according to the oaths of the tribes, even thy lav. Selah. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
10. The mountains vardad thee, and they trembled: the overflowing of the aqua trolled by: the deep uttered her cackling fakement, and lifted up her fambles on high.
11. The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: at the sparkle of thine arrows they trolled, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.
12. Thou didst mince butchly through the land in indignation, thou didst thresh the heathen in wild.
13. Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy homies and palones, even for salvation with thine anointed; thou woundedst the eke out of the lattie of the naff, by discovering the foundation unto the neck. Selah.
14. Thou didst strike through with her staves the eke of her villages: they trolled out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the nanti dinarly secretly.
15. Thou didst mince through the sea with thine horses, through the heap of dowry aquas.
16. When I aunt nelled, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the cackling fakement: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might lettie in the journo of trouble: when she trolleth up unto the homies and palones, she will invade them with her troops.
17. Although the fig tree shall not blossom, nishta shall fruit be in the vines; the acting dickey of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no carnish; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
18. Yet I will rejoice in the Duchess, I will joy in the Gloria of my salvation.
19. The Duchess Gloria is my butchness, and she will make my plates like hinds’ plates, and she will make me to mince upon mine high places. To the dowriest singer on my stringed instruments.