Zechariah 11
1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
Ouvri pòt ou yo, O Liban, pou dife ka devore bwa sèd ou yo.
2 Wail, O fir tree, for the cedar is fallen, because the fine ones are destroyed. Wail, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong forest has come down.
Rele anmwey, O pye siprè a, paske bwa sèd la fin tonbe, akoz bèl ab plen ak glwa yo fin detwi. Rele anmwey, O bwadchenn a Basan yo, paske gran forè a fin tonbe.
3 A voice of the wailing of the shepherds, for their glory is destroyed. A voice of the roaring of young lions, for the pride of the Jordan is laid waste.
Men yon vwa kriye lamantasyon a bèje yo! Paske glwa gran fore yo fin detwi; yon vwa jenn lyon k ap gwonde a! Paske ògèy Jourdain nan fin kraze nèt.
4 Thus said Jehovah my God: Feed the flock of slaughter,
Konsa pale SENYÈ a, Bondye mwen an: “Nouri bann mouton k apkòche a.
5 whose possessors kill them, and hold themselves not guilty. And those who sell them say, Blessed be Jehovah, for I am rich, and their own shepherds pity them not.
Sila ki achte yo, kòche yo, e rete san koupabilite. Sila ki vann yo va di: ‘Beni se SENYÈ a, paske mwen vin rich!’ Epi pwòp bèje pa yo pa menm gen pitye pou yo.
6 For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, says Jehovah. But, lo, I will deliver the men each one into his neighbor's hand, and into the hand of his king. And they shall smite the land, and I will not deliver them out of their hand.
Paske Mwen p ap fè pitye ankò pou pèp peyi a,” deklare SENYÈ a; “men gade byen, Mwen va delivre tout mesye yo, yo tout anba men pwochen yo, e anba pouvwa a wa li a. Y ap frape peyi a, e Mwen p ap delivre yo anba pouvwa yo.”
7 So I fed the flock of slaughter, truly the poor of the flock. And I took to me two staves, the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands, and I fed the flock.
Konsa, mwen te nouri bann mouton pou kòche a; soutou, aflije nan bann mouton yo. Mwen te pran pou mwen de baton: youn mwen te rele Gras e lòt la, mwen te rele li Tèt Ansanm. Konsa, mwen te nouri bann mouton an.
8 And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, for my soul was weary of them, and their soul also loathed me.
Epi mwen te koupe retire nèt twa bèje sila yo nan yon mwa, paske nanm mwen te pèdi pasyans avèk yo, e nanm pa yo te fatige avè m tou.
9 Then I said, I will not feed you. That which dies, let it die, and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off, and let those who are left eat each one the flesh of another.
Epi mwen te di: “Mwen p ap nouri nou. Sa ki fèt pou mouri, kite l mouri, e sa ki fèt pou koupe retire nèt, kite l koupe retire. Epi konsa, kite sila ki rete yo manje chè youn lòt.”
10 And I took my staff Beauty, and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.
Mwen te pran baton Gras la, e mwen te koupe li an twa mòso pou m te kab kraze akò ke m te fè ak tout pèp la.
11 And it was broken in that day, and thus the poor of the flock who gave heed to me knew that it was the word of Jehovah.
Konsa, li te kraze nan jou sa a. Epi konsa, aflije nan bann mouton yo ki t ap gade mwen an, te vin konprann ke se te pawòl SENYÈ a.
12 And I said to them, If ye think good, give me my wage, and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my wage thirty pieces of silver.
Mwen te di yo: “Si sa bon nan zye nou, peye m salè mwen an, men si se pa sa, pa okipe w.” Konsa, yo te peze trant sik ajan kòm salè mwen an.
13 And Jehovah said to me, Cast it to the potter, the good price that I was valued by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of Jehovah.
Konsa, SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Jete sa vè bòs potye a—pri manyifik valè M ki te estime pa yo menm nan!” Konsa, mwen te pran trant sik ajan, e mwen te jete yo vè bòs potye a, lakay SENYÈ a.
14 Then I cut apart my other staff, even Bands, that I might break the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.
Epi mwen te koupe an mòso dezyèm baton ki rele Tèt Ansanm nan, pou kraze fratènite ki te egziste antre Juda ak Israël la.
15 And Jehovah said to me, Take to thee yet again the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Pran ankò pou ou menm, enstriman a yon bèje ki san konprann.
16 For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who will not visit those who are cut off, nor will he seek those who are scattered, nor heal that which is broken, nor feed that which is sound, but he will eat the flesh of the fat, and will tear their hoofs in pieces.
Paske, gade byen, Mwen ap fè leve yon bèje nan peyi a, yon bèje ki p ap vizite sila ke yo koupe retire yo, ni chache sila ke yo gaye yo, ni geri sila ki aflije a, ni nouri sila ki ansante a, men li va devore chè a mouton gra yo, e li va menm chire retire zago yo.
17 Woe to the worthless shepherd who leaves the flock! The sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye. His arm shall be entirely dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
Malè a bèje san valè ki abandone bann mouton an! Nepe va sou bra li ak sou zye dwat li! Bra li va vin seche nèt e zye dwat la va vin avèg nèt.”
