< Nahum 3 >

1 Woe [to] the city of blood, She is all full with lies [and] burglary, Prey does not depart.
Madichon pou lavil ki renmen fè san koule a! Se manti ase l'ap mache bay. Li plen richès li vòlò nan fè mètdam. Li chaje ak byen li piye kay lòt.
2 The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting.
Koute bri fwèt kach yo, bri wou cha yo k'ap woule vini. Koute bri chwal yo k'ap galope, bri cha lagè yo k'ap kouri vini.
3 And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcasses, Indeed, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies.
Kavalye yo ap zeponnen chwal yo. Nepe yo klere kou fèman nan solèy. Lans yo, ou ta di zèklè. Moun tonbe kou mouch. Kadav yo fè pil sou pil. Ou pa ka konte yo. Moun ap bite sou moun mouri.
4 Because of the abundance of the fornications of a harlot, The goodness of the grace of the lady of witchcrafts, Who is selling nations by her fornications, And families by her witchcrafts.
Y'ap pini lavil Niniv, manman jennès la. Y'ap pini l' pou tout dezòd li fè yo. Li te bèl, li te fò nan pawòl dous! Li fè yo pran plezi kont kò yo ak li. Li fè nasyon yo pèdi tèt yo. Lèfini, li pran yo, li fè trafik ak yo!
5 “Behold, I [am] against you,” A declaration of YHWH of Hosts, “And have removed your skirts before your face, And have showed nations your nakedness, And kingdoms your shame,
Men sa Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a di: Se mwen menm k'ap regle ak ou! Mwen pral leve rad ou anlè jouk nan tèt. Mwen pral mete ou toutouni pou tout nasyon yo ka wè ou, pou tout peyi ka wè jan ou san wont.
6 And I have cast on you abominations, And dishonored you, and made you as a sight.
Mwen pral kouvri ou ak salte. Mwen pral avili ou, pou tout moun ka wè jan ou pa bon.
7 And it has come to pass, Each of your beholders flees from you, And has said: Nineveh is spoiled, Who bemoans for her? From where do I seek comforters for you?”
Tout moun ki va wè ou va kouri byen lwen. Y'a di: Lavil Niniv fini! Ki moun ki va gen pitye pou li? Pa gen pesonn ka vle vin kenbe rèl la avè l'.
8 Are you better than No-Ammon, That is dwelling among brooks? Waters she has around her, Whose bulwark [is] the sea, waters her wall.
Ou menm lavil Niniv, ou pa pi bon pase lavil Tèb. Atout li chita nan mitan gwo larivyè Nil la, ak dlo toupatou tankou yon ranpa, tankou yon glasi pou pwoteje l',
9 Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for your help.
atout li te anvayi peyi Letiopi ak peyi Lejip kifè pa t' gen limit pou pouvwa li ankò, atout moun peyi Pout yo ak moun peyi Libi yo te mache ansanm avè l',
10 Even she becomes an exile, She has gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honored ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in chains.
yo fè moun li yo prizonye, yo depòte yo nan lòt peyi. Nan tout kalfou, yo kraze pitit li yo jouk yo mouri. Yo mare grannèg li yo nan chenn kou esklav. Yo separe yo, yo tire osò pou bay chak moun pa yo.
11 Even you are drunken, you are hidden, Even you seek a strong place, because of an enemy.
Ou menm tou, lavil Niniv, ou pral sou. Tèt ou pral vire. Ou menm tou, ou pral chache kote pou ou kache pou lènmi ou yo.
12 All your fortresses [are] fig trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.
Fò ou yo tankou yon pye fig frans chaje fig mi: ou annik souke l', epi fig yo tonbe nan bouch k'ap tann pou manje yo.
13 Behold, your people [are] women in your midst, To your enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of your land, Fire has consumed your bars.
Sòlda ou yo, ou ta di yon bann fanm! Peyi a ap san defans devan lènmi ou yo, dife boule ba ki fèmen pòtay ou yo. Yo rete gran louvri.
14 Waters of a siege draw for yourself, Strengthen your fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.
Al pran dlo mete la, paske yo pral sènen ou anndan lakay ou. Repare miray fò ou yo! Al bat tè ak pye ou pou fè brik! Pare fòm pou fè brik.
15 There a fire consumes you, A sword cuts you off, It consumes you as a cankerworm! Make yourself heavy as the cankerworm, Make yourself heavy as the locust.
Ou te mèt peple tankou chini, ou te mèt peple tankou krikèt, dife pral boule ou nèt ale. Lagè pral fini avè ou.
16 Multiply your merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm has stripped off, and flees away.
Ou te gen plis moun k'ap fè kòmès pase gen zetwal nan syèl la. Koulye a, yo pati tankou krikèt ki louvri zèl yo vole ale.
17 Your crowned ones [are] as a locust, And your princes as great grasshoppers, That encamp in hedges in a day of cold, The sun has risen, and it flees away, And its place where they are is not known.
Sòlda ou yo ak moun k'ap travay pou ou yo pral tankou yon bann krikèt ki poze sou raje lè fredi. Leve solèy la leve, y' ale. Pesonn pa konnen kote yo fè.
18 Your friends have slumbered, king of Asshur, Your majestic ones rest, Your people have been scattered on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
Ou menm wa peyi Lasiri a, faksyonnè ou yo ap dòmi. Chèf lame ou yo mouri. Moun ou yo gaye nan tout mòn. Pa gen pesonn pou fè yo tounen lakay yo ankò.
19 There is no weakening of your destruction, Your striking [is] grievous, All hearing your fame have clapped the hand at you, For over whom did your wickedness not pass continually?
Pa gen renmèd pou ou pou jan ou donmaje a. Pa gen gerizon pou malenng ou a. Tout moun ki va pran nouvèl la va kontan, y'a bat men. Paske, ak tout mechanste ou yo, pa gen moun ou pa t' fè pase mizè.

< Nahum 3 >