Isaiah 5
1 Now let me sing for my Beloved, A song of my Beloved as to His vineyard: My beloved has a vineyard in a fruitful hill,
Kite mwen chante koulye a pou byeneme mwen an, selon chan rezen Li. Byeneme m nan te gen yon chan rezen sou yon kolin byen fètil.
2 And He fences it, and casts out its stones, And plants it [with] a choice vine, And builds a tower in its midst, And has also hewn out a winepress in it, And He waits for the yielding of grapes, And it yields bad ones!
Li te fouye toupatou li, retire wòch li yo, e te plante li avèk pye rezen pi chwazi a. Li te bati yon fò nan mitan l, e te fouye yon basen diven ladann. Alò, li te sipoze pou l ta pwodwi bon rezen yo, men li te pwodwi sèlman sa ki pa bon.
3 And now, O inhabitant of Jerusalem and man of Judah, Please judge between Me and My vineyard.
Konsa, O abitan Jérusalem yo ak mesye Juda yo, jije antre Mwen menm ak chan rezen Mwen an.
4 What [is there] to do still to My vineyard, That I have not done in it? For what reason have I waited for the yielding of grapes, And it yields [only] bad ones?
Kisa anplis ki gen pou fèt pou chan rezen Mwen an ke M pa t fè deja? Poukisa lè M te atann a bon rezen yo, li te vin pwodwi sa ki pa bon yo?
5 And now, pray, let Me cause you to know, That which I am doing to My vineyard, To turn its hedge aside, And it has been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it has been for a treading-place.
Pou sa a, kite Mwen di nou koulye a sa M ap fè ak chan rezen sa a: Mwen va retire kloti li e li va brile; Mwen va kraze miray li e li va vin foule nèt.
6 And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And brier and thorn have gone up, And I lay a charge on the thick clouds, From raining on it rain.
Mwen va gaye gate l nèt. Li p ap koupe ni sèkle ak wou, men pikan ak zepin va vin leve nan li. Anplis, Mwen va pase lòd sou nwaj yo pou lapli pa tonbe ladann.
7 Because the vineyard of YHWH of Hosts [Is] the house of Israel, And the man of Judah His pleasant plant, And He waits for judgment, and behold, oppression, For righteousness, and behold, a cry.
Paske chan rezen SENYÈ dèzame yo se lakay Israël, e pèp Juda a se plant ki ba Li plezi a. Konsa, Li t ap chache jistis; men olye sa Li te jwenn san vèse; pou ladwati, men olye sa, moun k ap rele “Amwey”.
8 Woe [to] those joining house to house, They bring field near to field, Until there is no place, And you have been settled by yourselves In the midst of the land!
Malè a sila ki ogmante kay sou kay ak chan a sou lòt chan, jiskaske pa gen plas, pou ou oblije rete sèl nan mitan peyi a!
9 Do many houses not become a desolation by the weapons of YHWH of Hosts? Great and good without inhabitant!
Nan zòrèy mwen SENYÈ dèzame yo te sèmante: “Anverite, anpil kay va vin vid; menm sa ki bèl yo, san moun pou rete ladann.
10 For ten acres of vineyard yield one bath, And a homer of seed yields an ephah.
Paske kat ekta teren p ap donnen plis ke yon bat (22 lit) diven e yon omè (220 lit) p ap bay plis ke yon efa (22 lit) sereyal.”
11 Woe [to] those rising early in the morning, They pursue strong drink! Lingering in twilight, wine inflames them!
Malè a sila ki leve granmaten yo pou yo ka kouri dèyè bwason fò, sila ki rete kanpe tan lannwit pou diven an ka anflame yo.
12 And harp, and stringed instrument, tambourine, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And they do not behold the work of YHWH, Indeed, they have not seen the work of His hands.
Gwo fèt pa yo akonpanye ak jwe gita ak ap, tanbouren, flit ak diven; men yo pa okipe zèv SENYÈ yo, ni yo pa konsidere zèv men Li yo.
13 Therefore my people removed without knowledge, And its honorable ones are famished, And its multitude dried up of thirst.
Pou sa, pèp Mwen an antre an egzil akoz mank konesans yo; epi mesye ki gen onè yo rete grangou e foul moun yo rete sèch ak swaf.
14 Therefore Sheol has enlarged herself, And has opened her mouth without limit. And its honor has gone down, and its multitude, And its noise, and its exulting one—into her. (Sheol h7585)
Pou sa, Sejou mò yo vin fè gòj li pi gwo e louvri bouch li jiskaske li pa ka kontwole; epi bèlte a Jérusalem, tout pèp li a, ak gwo kri kè kontan yo, vin desann ladann. (Sheol h7585)
15 And the low is bowed down, and the high humbled, And the eyes of the haughty become low,
Pou sa, tout moun yo va imilye e limanite va abese; anplis, zye a ògeye a va vin febli nèt.
16 And YHWH of Hosts is high in judgment, And the Holy God sanctified in righteousness,
Men SENYÈ dèzame yo va leve wo nan jijman e Bondye sen an va montre sentete Li nan ladwati.
17 And lambs have fed according to their leading, And sojourners consume wastelands of the fat ones.
Konsa, jèn mouton yo va manje alèz konsi se nan chan patiraj e etranje yo va manje pami ansyen mazi a moun rich yo.
18 Woe [to] those drawing out iniquity with cords of vanity, And as [with] thick ropes of the cart—sin.
Malè a sila ki rale inikite ak kòd manti, e ki fè peche tankou se kòd kabwèt;
19 Who are saying, “Let Him hurry, Let Him hurry His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.”
Ka p di: “Kite Li fè vit, kite Li prese fè travay Li pou nou ka wè; kite volonte a Sila Ki Sen an Israël la vin rapwoche pou fè sa rive pou nou ka konnen!”
20 Woe [to] those saying to evil “good,” and to good “evil,” Putting darkness for light, and light for darkness, Putting bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.
Malè a sila ki rele mal la bon, ak bon nan mal; sila ki prezante tenèb la tankou limyè a, ak limyè a kon tenèb la; sila ki prezante sa ki anmè a kon dous, e sa ki dous kon anmè.
21 Woe [to] the wise in their own eyes, And—before their own faces—intelligent!
Malè a sila ki saj nan pwòp zye yo e ki sipoze ke yo byen koken yo!
22 Woe [to] the mighty to drink wine, And men of strength to mingle strong drink.
Malè a sila ki vanyan nan bwè gwòg la e gen gwo kouraj nan mele bwason fò a,
23 Declaring righteous the wicked for a bribe, And the righteousness of the righteous They turn aside from him.
sila ki jistifye mechan yo pou kòb glise anba tab e ki rachte dwa a sila ki gen rezon yo!
24 Therefore, as a tongue of fire devours stubble, And flaming hay falls, Their root is as muck, And their flower goes up as dust. Because they have rejected the Law of YHWH of Hosts, And despised the saying of the Holy One of Israel.
Akoz sa, tankou lang dife a manje pay sèch yo e konsonmen zèb sèch nan flanm nan, konsa rasin yo va vin tankou pouriti, e flè yo va vannen ale tankou pousyè; paske yo fin rejte lalwa SENYÈ dèzame yo, e te rayi pawòl a Sila Ki Sen An Israël la.
25 Therefore the anger of YHWH has burned among His people, And He stretches out His hand against it, And strikes it, and the mountains tremble, And their carcass is as filth in the midst of the out-places. With all this His anger did not turn back, And still His hand is stretched out!
Akoz sa, kòlè SENYÈ a te brile kont pèp Li a, Li te lonje men l kont yo e te frape yo tonbe anba. Mòn yo te tranble e kadav yo te kouche tankou fatra nan mitan lari a. Menm ak tout sa a, kòlè Li a poko fin pase, men men L toujou lonje.
26 And He lifted up an ensign to the far-off nations, And hissed to it from the end of the earth, And behold, with haste, it comes swiftly.
Konsa, Li va leve yon drapo a yon nasyon byen lwen e Li va soufle pou li soti nan dènye pwent latè; epi gade byen, li va vini byen vit ak gwo vitès.
27 There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It does not slumber, nor sleep, Nor has the girdle of its loins been opened, Nor the strap of its sandals drawn away.
Nan nasyon sila a, nanpwen moun ki ni fatige, ni tonbe; nanpwen moun k ap kabicha oswa k ap dòmi; ni sentiwon nan senti li pa lage, menm bretèl sandal li pa janm kase.
28 Whose arrows [are] sharp, and all its bows bent, Hooves of its horses have been reckoned as flint, And its wheels as a windstorm!
Flèch li yo file e tout banza li yo fin koube; pye cheval li yo parèt kon pyè silèks, e wou cha li yo tankou toubiyon.
29 Its roaring [is] like a lioness, It roars like young lions, And it howls, and seizes prey, And carries away safely, and there is none delivering.
Kri gwonde li tankou yon lyon e vwa li tankou jèn lyon; li fè gwo bri pandan l ap sezi viktim li an e pote l ale kote nanpwen moun pou delivre li.
30 And it howls against it in that day as the howling of a sea, And it has looked attentively to the land, And behold, darkness—distress, And light has been darkened by its abundance!
Epi li va gwonde sou li nan jou sa a tankou gwo bri lanmè. Si yon moun anwò dlo ta gade vè latè; men gade, tout fènwa ak gwo twoub. Menm limyè fènwa akoz nwaj li yo.
