Habakkuk 1
1 The message seen by the prophet Habakkuk.
Pwofesi ke Habacuc, pwofèt la te wè.
2 How long, Lord, have I cried out and without you hearing me! I cry to you, “Violence!” but you do not help.
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 make me look upon wickedness and behold trouble? Destruction and violence are before my eyes, and fighting and quarrelling.
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 Therefore the law is weak, and justice is never rendered; for the wicked surround the righteous, so that 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 at the nations, look well, be shocked and amazed. For I am about to do a work in your days; you will not believe it when it is 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 For I am about to raise up the Chaldeans, a nation grim and quick of action who sweep over the whole breadth of the earth to seize dwellings not their own.
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 bring fear and terror. They write 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 swifter than leopards, quicker than wolves hunting at dusk. From afar they come swooping down, like an eagle attacking its 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 They all come to do violence, a horde like a desert wind, they gather up captives like sand.
Yo tout vini pou fè vyolans. Nan rega pa yo se an avan. Yo ranmase kaptif tankou sab.
10 At kings they scoff, and princes are sport to them. They laugh at every fortress, and heap up earth to take it.
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 like the wind, Their 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 Are you not eternal, Lord, my holy one, who does not die? Lord you have appointed them to execute judgment, my rock, you have established them to punish.
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 at evil, you cannot condone iniquity. So why do you regard the treacherous in silence, while the wicked swallows the upright?
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 have made people like the fish of the sea, like reptiles 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 The wicked sweep them all into their nets, and gather them into their drag-nets, and rejoice and 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 Therefore they sacrifice to their net, and burn offerings to their drag-net; for by their nets are their portions generous, and their food is rich.
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 empty their nets continually, slaughter nations unpityingly?
Èske se konsa yap kontinye vide filè yo, e kontinye detwi nasyon yo san mizerikòd?
