Isaiah 17
1 The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
Pwofesi sou Damas. “Gade byen, Damas prèt pou retire nèt kon vil. Li va tonbe nèt an yon gwo pil mazi.
2 The cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
Vil Aroër yo ap abandone nèt. Y ap sèvi kon plas pou twoupo yo kouche. P ap gen pèsòn pou fè yo pè.
3 And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
Vil fòtifye a va disparèt nan Éphraïm e wa Damas la ak retay Syrie. Yo va tankou laglwa a fis Israël yo,” deklare SENYÈ dèzame yo.
4 And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
Alò, nan jou sa a, glwa Jacob la va febli nèt, e grès chè li va vin megri.
5 And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the Valley of Rephaim,
Li va tankou lè mwasonè sereyal la ap ranmase; lè bra li ap rekòlte tèt sereyal yo. Wi, tankou yon moun k ap ranmase tèt sereyal nan vale Rephaïm yo.
6 And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, God of Israel!
Sepandan, kèk nan mwason an va rete tankou lè yo rekòlte bwa doliv. Y ap jwenn de oswa twa grenn sou branch piwo a, kat oswa senk nan bwa ki donnen pi byen yo, deklare SENYÈ a, Bondye Israël la.
7 In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes look to the Holy One of Israel,
Nan jou sa a, lòm va gen respè pou Kreyatè li a e zye li va gade vè Sila Ki Sen An Israël la.
8 And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
Yo p ap gade vè lotèl yo, zèv a men li yo, ni yo p ap okipe sa ke dwèt yo te fè; ni Asherim yo ni lanp lansan yo.
9 In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
Nan jou sa a, vil ranfòse yo va tankou kote abandone nan forè a; tankou branch ke yo te abandone devan fis Israël yo. Konsa, tè a va dezole.
10 Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
Paske nou te bliye Bondye a sali nou an, ni nou pa t sonje wòch ki se sekou nou an. Pou sa, nou plante bèl plant e plase yo pami boujon chan a dye etranje yo.
11 You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
Nan jou ke nou plante l la, nou fè bèl kloti pou li. Nan maten, nou fè jèm nan rive fè flè; men rekòlt la ap sove ale nan jou gwo maladi, nan jou doulè san rete a.
12 Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
Sepandan, gwo zen a anpil nasyon ki gwonde tankou anpil dlo yo, e ki fè bri a anpil nasyon k ap kouri desann tankou gwo dlo pwisan!
13 Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
Nasyon yo fè gwo bri desann tankou gwonde a anpil dlo, men Li va repwoche yo e yo va kouri rive byen lwen, yo va chase tankou pay sou mòn devan van, oswa toubiyon van an fè avan gwo tanpèt.
14 At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
Nan aswè, gade, gwo laperèz! Avan maten, yo disparèt nèt. Se konsa pòsyon a sila k ap ranmase byen nou yo e tiraj osò a sila ki piyaje nou yo.
