Job 13
1 Lo, my eye has seen all this. My ear has heard and understood it.
Wi, mwen wè tou sa ak de je m'. Mwen tande tou sa ak de zòrèy mwen epi mwen konprann.
2 What ye know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.
Sa nou konnen an, mwen konnen l' tou. M' pa pi sòt pase nou.
3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
Men, mwen menm, se ak Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa m' annafè. Se avè l' mwen vle pale pou m' defann kòz mwen.
4 But ye are forgers of lies. Ye are all physicians of no value.
Nou menm, kote nou pa konnen nou bay manti. Nou tankou dòktè ki pa janm geri pyès moun.
5 O that ye would altogether be silent! And it would be your wisdom.
Pito nou pe bouch nou! Lè sa a, n'a pase pou moun ki gen bon konprann.
6 Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
Koute sa mwen gen sou kè m'. Louvri zòrèy nou pou n' tande jan m' pral plede kòz mwen.
7 Will ye speak unrighteously for God, and talk deceitfully for him?
Se defann nou vle defann Bondye kifè n'ap bay tout manti sa yo, kifè n'ap pale kwochi konsa?
8 Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?
Se pou li n'ap pran? Se kòz li nou ranmase?
9 Is it good that he should search you out? Or as deceiving a man, will ye deceive him?
Pou li, li ta bon pou nou si li t'ap chache konnen sa nou gen nan fon kè nou! Pa konprann nou ka woule Bondye tankou nou woule moun!
10 He will surely reprove you if ye secretly show partiality.
Li ta regle nou byen regle, paske li ta tou wè se figi l' n'ap achte anba chal.
11 Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall upon you?
Nou pa pè gwo pouvwa Bondye a? Nou pa pè li kraze nou?
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay.
Bèl pawòl nou yo pa gen plis valè pase pousyè tè. Repons n'ap ban mwen yo pa kenbe, yo tankou miray sab.
13 Be quiet. Let me alone that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
Koulye a, pe bouch nou! Ban m' yon chans pou m' pale. Sa ki pou rive a te mèt rive!
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
Mwen mèt mouri! Zafè! M' mare ren m', m' sere dan m'!
15 Behold, he will kill me; I have no hope. Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.
Bondye te mèt touye m'. Sèl chans mwen se pou m' esplike avè l'.
16 This also shall be my salvation, that a profane man shall not come before him.
Nou pa janm konnen, se sa ki ka sove m', paske moun ki fè mal pa ka parèt devan Bondye.
17 Hear diligently my speech, and let my declaration be in your ears.
Koute byen sa m' pral di la a. Louvri zòrèy nou pou n' tande deklarasyon mwen.
18 Behold now, I have set my case in order. I know that I am righteous.
M' pare pou m' defann kòz mwen, paske mwen konnen mwen nan dwa m'.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For then I would keep silent and give up the spirit.
Bondye, èske se ou ki pral plede avè m'? M' tou pare pou m' pe bouch mwen, pou m' asepte lanmò m'.
20 Only do not do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from thy face:
De sèl ti chans ase m'ap mande ou. Apre sa, m' p'ap kache pou ou ankò.
21 Withdraw thy hand far from me, and do not let thy dread make me afraid.
Sispann leve men ou sou mwen. Sispann fè m' pè tout pè sa a.
22 Then call thou, and I will answer, or let me speak, and answer thou me.
Ou mèt pale anvan, m'a reponn ou. Osinon, kite m' pale anvan, w'a reponn mwen.
23 How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
Konbe peche, konbe bagay mal mwen fè? Kisa m' fè mwen pa t' dwe fè? Kisa m' fè ki mal?
24 Why do thou hide thy face, and reckon me for thine enemy?
Poukisa w'ap kache pou mwen konsa? Poukisa ou fè tankou si se lènmi ou mwen ye?
25 Will thou harass a driven leaf? And will thou pursue the dry stubble?
Poukisa w'ap chache fè m' pè? Poukisa ou leve dèyè m' konsa? M' tou fini, m' tankou fèy bwa, tankou pay chèch van ap pote ale.
26 For thou write bitter things against me, and make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
W'ap akize m' yon bann bagay k'ap fè m' mal. W'ap fè m' peye tou sa m' te fè lè m' te jenn gason.
27 Thou also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. Thou set a bound to the soles of my feet.
Ou mete pye m' nan sèp. Ou veye tout vire tounen m'. Ou gade tout kote m'ap mete pye m'.
28 Though I am like a rotten thing that decays, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
M'ap dekale tankou bwa pouri, tankou rad sizo ap manje.
