Ezekiel 21
1 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying,
Konsa, pawòl SENYÈ a te vin kote Mwen. Li te di:
2 Son of man, let your face be turned to Jerusalem, let your words be dropped in the direction of her holy place, and be a prophet against the land of Israel;
“Fis a lòm, ranje figi ou vè Jérusalem. Pale kont sanktyè yo e pwofetize kont peyi Israël:
3 And say to the land of Israel, These are the words of the Lord: See, I am against you, and I will take my sword out of its cover, cutting off from you the upright and the evil.
Di a peyi Israël la: ‘Konsa pale SENYÈ a: “Gade byen, Mwen vin kont nou. Mwen va rale nepe Mwen nan fouwo, e Mwen va koupe retire de nou moun dwat yo ak mechan yo.
4 Because I am going to have the upright and the evil cut off from you, for this cause my sword will go out from its cover against all flesh from the south to the north:
Konsa, lè M ap koupe retire nèt de nou, moun dwat yo ansanm ak mechan yo, nan menm fwa, nepe M va rale soti nan fouwo li, kont tout chè soti nan sid jis rive nan nò.
5 And all flesh will see that I the Lord have taken my sword out of its cover: and it will never go back.
Konsa, tout chè va konnen ke Mwen, SENYÈ a, te rale nepe Mwen sòti nan fouwo. Li p ap remete nan fouwo ankò.”’
6 Make sounds of grief, son of man; with body bent and a bitter heart make sounds of grief before their eyes.
“Pou ou menm, fis a lòm, plenn fò nan gòj ou ak kè kase, ak doulè òrib. Plenn nan gòj devan zye yo, ak kè kase, byen amè.
7 And when they say to you, Why are you making sounds of grief? then say, Because of the news, for it is coming: and every heart will become soft, and all hands will be feeble, and every spirit will be burning low, and all knees will be turned to water: see, it is coming and it will be done, says the Lord.
Konsa, lè yo mande ou, ‘Poukisa w ap plenn nan?’ ou va di: ‘Akoz nouvèl k ap vini an! Tout kè va fann, tout men va vin pèdi fòs, nanm a tout moun va vin fennen e tout jenou yo va vin fèb tankou dlo. Gade byen, sa ap vini e sa va fèt’, deklare Senyè BONDYE a.’”
8 And the word of the Lord came to me, saying,
Ankò, pawòl SENYÈ a te rive kote mwen. Li te di:
9 Son of man, say as a prophet, These are the words of the Lord: Say, A sword, a sword which has been made sharp and polished:
“Fis a lòm, pwofetize e di: ‘Konsa pale SENYÈ a: “Yon nepe! Yon nepe! Li file e anplis, klere!
10 It has been made sharp to give death; it is polished so that it may be like a thunder-flame: ...
File pou fè yon masak, klere pou tire kon kout loray! Èske se konsa nou dwe fè kè kontan? Baton fis Mwen an, kondannen denyè pyebwa a.
11 And I have given it to the polisher so that it may be taken in the hand: he has made the sword sharp, he has had it polished, to put it into the hand of him who gives death.
Li fèt pou li ta poli, pou yo kab manyen li. Nepe a file e poli, pou plase nan men a sila k ap touye a.
12 Give loud cries and make sounds of grief, O son of man: for it has come on my people, it has come on all the rulers of Israel: fear of the sword has come on my people: for this cause give signs of grief.
Kriye fò e rele anmwey, fis a lòm; paske li kont pèp Mwen an, li kont tout prens Israël yo. Yo vin livre a nepe a avèk pèp Mwen an. Akoz sa, frape kwis ou.
“Paske gen yon tribinal. Kisa pou di si menm baton ki kondanen an pa la ankò?” deklare Senyè BONDYE a.
14 So then, son of man, be a prophet, and put your hands together with a loud sound, and give two blows with the sword, and even three; it is the sword of those who are wounded, even the sword of the wounded; the great sword which goes round about them.
“Pou sa, ou menm, fis a lòm, pwofetize e bat men ou ansanm. Kite nepe a vin double pou twazyèm fwa a, nepe pou tout sila ak blesi fatal yo. Se nepe pou gran la ki pote yon blesi fatal. Nan chanm yo l ap antre.
15 In order that hearts may become soft, and the number of those who are falling may be increased, I have sent death by the sword against all their doors: you are made like a flame, you are polished for death.
Pou kè yo ka fann, e anpil moun tonbe sou pòtay yo, Mwen te plase nepe klere a devan tout potay yo. Ah! Li fèt pou frape tankou loray; li byen pwenti ak lentansyon fè masak.
16 Be pointed to the right, to the left, wherever your edge is ordered.
Rasanble nou menm. Ale adwat! Pozisyone ou byen alinye! Ale agoch, nenpòt kote ou gade.
17 And I will put my hands together with a loud sound, and I will let my wrath have rest: I the Lord have said it.
Anplis, Mwen va bat men M ansanm; Mwen va satisfè chalè kòlè Mwen. Mwen, SENYÈ a, Mwen te pale li.”
18 And the word of the Lord came to me again, saying,
Pawòl SENYÈ a te vin kote mwen. Li te di:
19 And you, son of man, have two ways marked out, so that the sword of the king of Babylon may come; let the two of them come out of one land: and let there be a pillar at the top of the road:
“Pou ou menm, fis a lòm, fè de wout pou nepe wa Babylone nan kapab vini. Toulède va sòti nan yon sèl peyi. Epi fè yon endikasyon sou poto bwa. Fè l nan tèt wout pou antre nan vil la.
20 Put a pillar at the top of the road for the sword to come to Rabbah in the land of the children of Ammon, and to Judah and to Jerusalem in the middle of her.
Ou va trase wout la pou nepe a vin rive nan Rabbath a fis a Ammon yo, e vè Juda, nan Jérusalem fòtifye a.
21 For the king of Babylon took his place at the parting of the ways, at the top of the two roads, to make use of secret arts: shaking the arrows this way and that, he put questions to the images of his gods, he took note of the inner parts of dead beasts.
Paske wa Babylone nan te kanpe nan kote wout yo divize a, nan tèt a de wout yo, pou fè sèvis divinò. Li te souke flèch yo, li konsilte zidòl lakay yo, li egzamine fwa a.
22 At his right hand was the fate of Jerusalem, to give orders for destruction, to send up the war-cry, to put engines of war against the doors, lifting up earthworks, building walls.
Sou men dwat li, oso a an te parèt; ‘Jérusalem,’ pou monte ak gwo moso bwa long pou kraze pòtay yo, pou ouvri bouch pou masak la, pou leve vwa gwo kri batay la, pou mete gwo bout bwa long yo kont pòtay yo, pou monte ran syèj yo, pou bati yon miray syèj.
23 And this answer given by secret arts will seem false to those who have given their oaths and have let them be broken: but he will keep the memory of evil-doing so that they may be taken.
Epi sa va pou yo kon yon fo divinasyon nan zye yo. Yo te fè sèman solanèl, men li mennen inikite nan memwa yo, pou yo ka vin sezi yo.
24 For this cause the Lord has said: Because you have made your evil-doing come to mind by the uncovering of your wrongdoing, causing your sins to be seen in all your evil-doings; because you have come to mind, you will be taken in them.
“Akoz sa”, pale Senyè BONDYE a: ‘Akoz nou te mennen inikite nan memwa nou, nan sa, transgresyon nou yo vin dekouvri nèt. Konsa, pou tout zak nou yo, peche nou vin parèt—akoz nou vin sonje yo, men lan va vin sezi nou.
25 And you, O evil one, wounded to death, O ruler of Israel, whose day has come in the time of the last punishment;
“‘Epi ou menm, O nonm mechan an ak blesi fatal la, prens Israël la, ou menm ak jou ki rive a, nan moman pinisyon final lan.
26 This is what the Lord has said: Take away the holy head-dress, take off the crown: this will not be again: let that which is low be lifted up, and that which is high be made low.
Konsa pale Senyè BONDYE a: “Retire mouchwa sou tèt ou a, e retire kouwòn nan. Sa p ap menm ankò. Leve sa ki ba e bese sa ki wo.
27 I will let it be overturned, overturned, overturned: this will not be again till he comes whose right it is; and I will give it to him.
Mwen va boulvèse, boulvèse, boulvèse tout sa a. Sa tou p ap genyen li ankò jiskaske Sila ki gen dwa a, vini, e Mwen va bay li a Li menm.”’
28 And you, son of man, say as a prophet, This is what the Lord has said about the children of Ammon and about their shame: Say, A sword, even a sword let loose, polished for death, to make it shining so that it may be like a flame:
“Ou menm, fis a lòm, pwofetize e di: ‘Konsa pale Senyè BONDYE a konsènan fis a Ammon yo e konsènan ‘repwòch’ yo: “Yon nepe, yon nepe fin rale! Li klere pou masak la, pou fè l konsonmen nèt, pou li kapab tankou loray.
29 Your vision is to no purpose, your use of secret arts gives a false answer, to put it on the necks of evil-doers who are wounded to death, whose day has come, in the time of the last punishment.
Pandan yo wè pou ou fo vizyon yo, pandan yo devine manti pou ou, pou mete ou sou kou a mechan ki gen blesi fatal la, jou a sila ki fin rive a, nan lè pinisyon final la.
30 Go back into your cover. In the place where you were made, in the land from which you were taken, I will be your judge.
Remete li nan fouwo a. Nan plas kote ou te kreye a, nan pwòp peyi ou an, Mwen va jije ou.
31 And I will let loose my burning passion on you, breathing out on you the fire of my wrath: and I will give you up into the hands of men like beasts, trained to destruction.
Mwen va vide kòlè Mwen sou ou. Mwen va soufle sou ou ak dife kòlè Mwen e Mwen va livre ou nan men a lezòm brital yo; sila ak gran kapasite pou detwi.
32 You will be food for the fire; your blood will be drained out in the land; there will be no more memory of you: for I the Lord have said it.
Ou va vinbwa sèch pou dife a; san ou va vide nan mitan peyi a. Yo p ap sonje ou ankò; paske Mwen menm, SENYÈ a, fin pale.”’”
