Nahum 2
1 He is come up that shall destroy before thy face, that shall keep the siege: watch the way, fortify thy loins, strengthen thy power exceedingly.
Sila ki konn kaze brize a gen tan monte kont ou. Kenbe fò a! Veye chemen an! Ranfòse ren ou! Ranmase tout kouraj ou!
2 For the Lord hath rendered the pride of Jacob, as the pride of Israel: because the spoilers have laid them waste, and have marred their vine branches.
Paske SENYÈ a va restore tout glwa a Jacob, menm jan ak glwa Israël la, paske piyajè yo fin piyaje yo, e te rache branch rezen li yo.
3 The shield of his mighty men is like fire, the men of the army are clad in scarlet, the reins of the chariot are flaming in the day of his preparation, and the drivers are stupefied.
Boukliye a mesye pwisan li yo vin wouj. Gèrye yo vin abiye an kramwazi. Cha yo klere an asye nan jou derape a. Lans an bwa pichpen yo vin parèt.
4 They are in confusion in the ways, the chariots jostle one against another in the streets: their looks are like torches, like lightning running to and fro.
Cha yo kouri fou nan lari. Yo sikile san kontwòl sou wout yo. Aparans yo tankou tòch, yo kouri patou tankou kout loray.
5 He will muster up his valiant men, they shall stumble in their march: they shall quickly get upon the walls thereof: and a covering shall be prepared.
Li rele gèye pi chwa li yo. Yo manke tonbe nan fòme yo. Yo prese rive nan miray la. Gwo barikàd syèj defans la fin prepare.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened, and the temple is thrown down to the ground.
Pòtay rivyè yo ouvri e palè a fin kraze nèt.
7 And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.
Bagay la fin fèt; Ninive vin toutouni, li fin pote ale nèt. Sèvant li yo ap plenyen ak vwa toutrèl; y ap bat lestonmak yo.
8 And as for Ninive, her waters are like a great pool, but the men flee away. They cry: Stand, stand, but there is none that will return back.
Men Ninive te tankou ti lak dlo depi lontan; malgre sa, y ap sove ale. “Rete, Rete”! Yo kriye fò, Men pèsòn pa gade dèyè.
9 Take ye the spoil of the silver, take the spoil of the gold: for there is no end of the riches of all the precious furniture.
Pran piyaj ajan! Pran piyaj lò! Paske gen trezò san limit—gen valè nan tout bagay presye yo.
10 She is destroyed, and rent, and torn: the heart melteth, and the knees fail, and all the loins lose their strength: and the faces of them all are as the blackness of a kettle.
Li vin vid nèt! Wi, li vin dezole e gate. Kè yo ap fann e jenou yo si tèlman ap sekwe, youn bat lòt. Doulè ak laperèz domine tout kò a, e figi yo vin blèm!
11 Where is now the dwelling of the lions, and the feeding place of the young lions, to which the lion went, to enter in thither, the young lion, and there was none to make them afraid?
Kote fòs lyon yo ye? Kote plas la tout jenn lyon yo te manje? Kote andwa a manman lyon an ak ti lyon an te konn mache? Plas la kote okenn pa t konn fè yo pè?
12 The lion caught enough for his whelps, and killed for his lionesses: and he filled his holes with prey, and his den with rapine.
Lyon an te kon chire viktim yo an mòso ase pou manje ti lyon li yo. Li te touye pou manman lyon li yo. Li te plen kav li ak chè ki dechire e tanyè li ak viktim.
13 Behold I come against thee, saith the Lord of hosts, and I will burn thy chariots even to smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey out of the land, and the voice of thy messengers shall be heard no more.
“Gade byen Mwen kont ou”, pale SENYÈ dèzame yo. “Mwen va brile cha lagè li yo nan lafimen. Nepe a va devore jenn lyon ou yo. Mwen va retire nan peyi a, tout chè nou te konn manje. Konsa, vwa mesaje nou yo p ap tande ankò.”
