Habakkuk 1
1 This is the message that Habakkuk saw in vision.
Pwofesi ke Habacuc, pwofèt la te wè.
2 Lord, how long do I have to cry out for help and you don't listen? I cry out, “Violence!” but you don't save us from it.
Pandan konbyen tan, O SENYÈ, mwen va kriye sekou e Ou pa tande? Mwen kriye a Ou menm, “Vyolans!” Men Ou pa delivre.
3 Why do you force me to see this wickedness and suffering? Why do you just observe such destruction and violence? Arguments and fighting happen right in front of me!
Poukisa Ou fè m wè inikite, e Ou gade sou tout mechanste yo? Wi, se destriksyon ak vyolans ki devan mwen; gwo konfli ak kont k ap leve toupatou.
4 As a result the law is paralyzed, and justice never wins. The wicked crowd out those who do right so that the course of justice is perverted.
Akoz sa, yo vin pa okipe yo de lalwa e jistis la pa janm avanse. Paske mechan yo vin antoure moun ladwati yo. Lajistis tòde nèt.
5 Look around at the nations, watch and be surprised and amazed. Something is going to happen in your time that you wouldn't believe even if you were told.
“Gade pami nasyon yo! Obsève byen! Se pou nou vin sezi e menm etone! Paske Mwen ap fè nan jou pa w yo, yon bagay ke ou pa t ap kwè, malgre ke ou ta tande l.
6 Watch! I am raising up the Babylonians, a cruel and brutal people who will march across the world to seize other lands.
Paske, gade byen, Mwen ap leve Kaldeyen yo, pèp fewòs e san kontwòl sa a, k ap mache sou tout tè a pou sezi kote ki pa pou yo.
7 They are fearsome and terrifying, and so proud of themselves that they set their own rules.
Yo plen tout moun ak gwo laperèz, ak lakrent. Jistis ak otorite pa yo sòti sèl nan yo menm.
8 Their horses are faster than leopards and fiercer than hungry wolves. Their cavalry charges, racing in from far away. Like eagles, they swoop down to eat their prey.
Chevalye yo pi vit ke leyopa, e pi vijilan ke lou lannwit. Chevalye yo vin galope. Chevalye yo sòti lwen. Yo vole tankou èg k ap plonje desann pou devore.
9 Here they come, all intent on violence. Their armies advance in frontal assault as rapidly as the desert wind, capturing so many prisoners they are like sand.
Yo tout vini pou fè vyolans. Nan rega pa yo se an avan. Yo ranmase kaptif tankou sab.
10 They mock kings and scoff at rulers. They laugh in scorn at fortresses—they pile up earth ramps and capture them.
Yo giyonnen wa yo e yo moke gouvènè yo. Yo pase tout bastyon yo nan tenten. Yo sanble ranblè tè yo e yo sezi yo.
11 Then they sweep on by like the wind and are gone. They are guilty because their own strength is their god.
Tankou van yo va vole pase, pou yo ale nèt. Yo vrèman koupab; yo mete fòs yo nan dye pa yo a.”
12 Haven't you existed from eternity past? You are Lord my God, my Holy One, you do not die. Lord, you appointed them to execute judgment; God our Rock, you sent them to punish us.
Èske se pa nan letènite Ou sòti, O SENYÈ, Bondye mwen an, (Sila) Ki Sen mwen an? Nou p ap mouri. Ou menm, O SENYÈ, Ou te dezinye yo pou jijman an. Ou menm, O Woche a, Ou te etabli yo pou pinisyon.
13 Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil; you cannot stand the sight of wrong. So why do you put up with untrustworthy people? Why are you silent when the wicked destroy those who do less evil than they do?
Zye Ou twò pafè pou gade mal, e Ou pa ka menm gade mechanste. Poukisa Ou sipòte (sila) ki trèt yo? Poukisa Ou rete an silans pandan mechan yo ap vale (sila) ki pi jis pase yo?
14 You make people become like fish in the sea, or like crawling insects, that have no ruler.
Poukisa kite yo fè lòm tankou pwason lanmè, tankou (sila) k ap trennen atè ki pa gen gouvènè sou yo?
15 They drag everyone up with hooks, they pull them out with nets, catching them in dragnets. Then they happily celebrate.
Pou Kaldeyen yo, yo rale yo fè yo tout monte ak yon zen. Yo rale pote yo ale ak pèlen, e ranmase yo ansanm nan filè pwason. Se konsa y ap rejwi e fè kè kontan.
16 They worship their nets as if they were gods, making sacrifices and burning incense to them, because by their nets they live in luxury, eating rich food.
Tout sa, akoz yo ofri yon sakrifis a filè yo; yo brile lansan nan filè a; paske pa bagay sa yo, lavi a vin bon, e manje yo vin anpil.
17 Will they keep on unsheathing their swords forever, killing nations without mercy?
Èske se konsa yap kontinye vide filè yo, e kontinye detwi nasyon yo san mizerikòd?
