Jonah 4
1 And Jonah was afflicted with a great affliction, and he was angry.
Men sa te fè Jonas pa kontan anpil e li te vin fache.
2 And he prayed to the Lord, and he said, “I beg you, Lord, was this not my word, when I was still in my own land? Because of this, I knew beforehand to flee into Tarshish. For I know that you are a lenient and merciful God, patient and great in compassion, and forgiving despite ill will.
Li te priye a SENYÈ a. Li te di: “Souple, SENYÈ, èske se pa sa ke m te di lè m te nan pwòp peyi mwen an? Alò, se pou m te evite sa ki fè m te sove ale rive Tarsis. Paske mwen te konnen ke Ou se yon Bondye ki plen gras ak mizerikòd, ki lan nan kòlè, ki ranpli ak lanmou dous, e Ou se Sila ki ralanti selon malè a.
3 And now, Lord, I ask you to take my life from me. For it is better for me to die than to live.”
Alò, pou sa, koulye a, O SENYÈ, souple, pran lavi mwen. Paske lanmò pi bon ke lavi pou mwen.”
4 And the Lord said, “Do you really think you are right to be angry?”
SENYÈ a te di: “Èske ou gen bon rezon pou ou fache a?”
5 And Jonah went out of the city, and he sat opposite the east of the city. And he made himself a shelter there, and he was sitting under it in the shadow, until he might see what would befall the city.
Epi Jonas te sòti nan vil la e te chita sou kote lès la. La, li te fè yon tonèl pou li menm, e li te chita anba l nan lonbraj jis pou l ta wè sa ki ta rive nan vil la.
6 And the Lord God prepared an ivy, and it ascended over the head of Jonah so as to be a shadow over his head, and to protect him (for he had labored hard). And Jonah rejoiced because of the ivy, with great rejoicing.
Konsa, SENYÈ Bondye a te chwazi yon plant lyann. Lyann nan te monte grandi sou Jonas pou l ta sèvi kon abri sou tèt li, pou delivre l de mekontantman li an. Epi lyann nan te fè Jonas byen kontan.
7 And God prepared a worm, when dawn approached on the next day, and it struck the ivy, and it dried up.
Men Bondye te chwazi yon cheni nan granmmaten nan pwochen jou a. Li te atake lyann nan e li te vin fennen.
8 And when the sun had risen, the Lord ordered a hot and burning wind. And the sun beat down on the head of Jonah, and he burned. And he petitioned for his soul that he might die, and he said, “It is better for me to die than to live.”
Lè solèy la te leve, Bondye te chwazi yon van lès byen cho, solèy la te bat tèt Jonas jiskaske li te vin fèb. Konsa, li t ap mande ak tout nanm li, e te di: “Lanmò pi bon ke lavi pou mwen.”
9 And the Lord said to Jonah, “Do you really think that you are right to be angry because of the ivy?” And he said, “I am right to be angry even unto death.”
Epi Bondye te di a Jonas: “Èske ou gen bon rezon pou fache akoz lyann nan?” Jonas te reponn: “Mwen gen bon rezon pou m fache, menm jiska lanmò.”
10 And the Lord said, “You grieve for the ivy, for which you have not labored and which you did not cause to grow, though it had been born during one night, and during one night perished.
Konsa, SENYÈ a te di: “Ou te gen konpasyon pou plant sila ke ou pa t fè okenn travay pou li a, ke ou menm pa t fè grandi, ki te vin parèt nan yon nwit e te vin peri nan yon nwit.
11 And shall I not spare Nineveh, the great city, in which there are more than one hundred and twenty thousand men, who do not know the difference between their right and their left, and many beasts?”
Èske Mwen pa ta dwe gen konpasyon pou Ninive, gwo vil la, nan sila ki genyen plis ke san-ven-mil moun ki pa konn diferans antre men dwat ak men goch yo ak yon gwo kantite bèt, tou?”
