< Isaiah 47 >

1 “Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, O tender and delicate one.
“Vin desann chita nan pousyè a, O fi vyèj Babylone nan; Chita atè san twòn, O fi a Kaldeyen yo! Paske ou p ap rele fanm dous ankò, ni bèl fanm.
2 Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
Pran yon wòch moulen pou moulen farin. Retire vwal ou leve jip la wo, dekouvri janm yo. Travèse rivyè yo.
3 Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”
Toutouni ou va dekouvri e wont ou va vin parèt. Mwen va pran vanjans e Mwen p ap bliye pèsòn.”
4 Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
Redanmtè nou an, SENYÈ dèzame yo se non Li, Sila Ki Sen an Israël la.
5 “Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.
Chita an silans e antre nan fènwa a, O fi a Kaldeyen yo, paske ou p ap rele ankò rèn a wayòm yo.
6 I have been angry against My people, I have defiled My inheritance And I give them into your hand, You have not appointed mercies for them, You have made your yoke very heavy on the aged,
Mwen te fache ak pèp Mwen an; Mwen te pwofane eritaj Mwen an, e Mwen te livre pèp Mwen nan men ou. Ou pa t montre yo gras, men menm ak granmoun nan vyeyès yo, ou te fè jouk ou byen lou.
7 And you say, I am mistress for all time, While you have not laid these things to your heart, You have not remembered the latter end of it.
Malgre, ou te di: ‘Se rèn ke m ap ye jis pou tout tan.’ Bagay sila yo, ou pa t konsidere yo, ni sonje kote yo t ap rive.
8 And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently—Who is saying in her heart, I [am], and none else, I do not sit [as] a widow, nor know bereavement.
“Alò, tande sa, ou menm, moun sansyèl yo, ki viv ansekirite, k ap di nan kè nou: ‘Se mwen menm e nanpwen lòt. Mwen p ap janm chita tankou yon vèv, ni konnen pèt timoun.’
9 And these two things come to you, In a moment, in one day: childlessness and widowhood, They have come on you according to their perfection, In the multitude of your sorceries, In the exceeding might of your charms.
Men de bagay sa yo va rive sou nou sibitman nan yon jou: pèt a pitit ak afè vin vèv la. Yo va rive an mezi plen nèt; malgre tout maji nou ak gwo pouvwa wanga nou konn fè yo.
10 And you are confident in your wickedness, You have said, There is none seeing me, Your wisdom and your knowledge, It is turning you back, And you say in your heart, I [am], and none else.
Ou te santi ou te byen pwoteje nan mechanste ou e ou te di: ‘Pèsòn pa wè m’. Sajès ou ak konesans ou, yo fin chape kite ou; paske nan kè ou, ou te di: ‘Se mwen menm e nanpwen lòt sof ke mwen’.
11 And evil has come in on you, You do not know its rising, And disaster falls on you, You are not able to pacify it, And desolation comes on you suddenly, You do not know.
Men malè va vini sou ou ke ou p ap gen maji pou detounen. Gwo dega ke ou p ap ka menm konprann va vini sou ou. Destriksyon ke ou pa t janmn sispèk va rive sou ou sibitman.
12 Now stand in your charms, And in the multitude of your sorceries, In which you have labored from your youth, It may be you are able to profit, It may be you terrify!
Kanpe fèm nan tout maji ak wanga ke ou te sèvi depi nan jenès ou yo. Petèt ou va reyisi, petèt ou va fè moun tranble.
13 You have been wearied in the multitude of your counsels, Now stand up and let them save you—The charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months—From those things that come on you!
Ou vin fatige ak tout konsèyè yo. Alò koulye a, kite mèt zetwal ki fè pwofesi ak yo, k ap fè prediksyon avni ak nouvèl lin yo, vin kanpe pou pwoteje ou sou sa k ap vin rive ou yo.
14 Behold, they have been as stubble! Fire has burned them, They do not deliver themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
Gade byen, yo tankou pay. Dife ap brile yo. Yo p ap ka sove kò yo devan pouvwa flanm yo. P ap gen chabon ki pou chofe kò yo, ni flanm dife pou yo chita devan l!
15 So they have been to you with whom you have labored, Your merchants from your youth, They have each wandered to his passage, None is saving you!”
Men kijan tout travay lavi ou ap tèminen: Tout sa yo ki fè komès ak ou depi nan jenès ou yo va mache egare nan chemen pa yo; nanpwen moun ki pou ta sove ou.

< Isaiah 47 >