Isaiah 41
1 Be silent [and hearken] unto me, O ye Coastlands, And let the Races of Men renew their strength, —Let them approach, then, let them speak, Together, for controversy, let us draw near: —
“Peyi kot lanmè yo, koute Mwen an silans e kite pèp yo renouvele fòs yo. Kite yo vin parèt pa devan, konsa, kite yo pale. Annou reyini ansanm pou fè jijman.
2 Who roused up one from the East, In righteousness, called him to his feet, —Set before him nations And over kings, caused him to rule, His sword, made [them] like dust, His bow like driven chaff:
Kilès ki te fè leve yon k ap soti nan lès? Kilès ki te rele li vin kanpe a pye nan ladwati la? Li livre nasyon yo devan li e Li fè wa yo soumèt; li fè yo tankou pousyè ak nepe li, tankou pay k ap chase pa van devan banza li.
3 He pursued them passed along safely, —Upon the path of his own feet, entered he not?
Li kouri dèyè yo, e Li pase san danje, menm nan yon chemen kote li pa t konn pase ak pye li.
4 Who hath wrought and performed, Calling the generations, in advance? I, Yahweh, [who am] First, And with them who are last, I, am the Same!
Se kilès ki te fè sa a e ki te acheve li; ki te rele fè parèt tout jenerasyon yo soti nan kòmansman? Mwen, SENYÈ a, se premye a ak dènye a. Mwen se Li.”
5 Coastlands have seen, so they fear, The ends of the earth, are in dread, —They have drawn near, and have come:
Peyi kot yo te wè e yo gen lakrent; dènye pwent latè yo tranble. Yo rapwoche; yo rive.
6 Every man, to his neighbour, giveth help, —And to his brother, saith Take courage!
Chak moun ap ede vwazen li. Yo di a frè yo: “Pran kouraj!”
7 So, the carver, hath encouraged, the goldsmith, he that maketh smooth with the hammer, him that smiteth the anvil, —Saying of the welding, It is, good, Then hath he fastened it with nails—it must not totter!
Konsa, bòs atizan an ankouraje bòs fonn metal la. Sila ki fè metal vin poli ak mato a ankouraje sila k ap bat fè a. Li di a sila k ap soude a: “Li bon”. Li kloure li ak klou pou l rete nan plas li.
8 But, thou, Israel, my Servant, Jacob whom I have chosen, —The seed of Abraham my loving one;
Men ou menm, O Israël, sèvitè Mwen an, Jacob ke M te chwazi a, desandan Abraham nan, zami Mwen an;
9 Thou whom I have taken hold of from the ends of the earth, And from the extremities thereof, have called thee, —And said to thee, My Servant, thou! I have chosen thee and not cast thee off,
ou menm, ke M te pran soti nan tout ekstremite latè yo, e te rele soti nan kote pi izole yo pou te di ou: ‘Ou se sèvitè Mwen. Mwen te chwazi ou e Mwen pa t rejte ou.’
10 Do not fear, for with thee, I am! Look not around, for, I, am thy God, —I have emboldened thee, Yea I have helped thee, Yea I have upheld thee with my righteous right-hand.
Pa pè, paske Mwen avèk ou. Pa gade toupatou ak kè twouble, paske Mwen se Bondye ou. Mwen va fòtifye ou. Anverite Mwen va bay ou sekou. Anverite Mwen va bay ou soutyen ak men ladwati, men dwat Mwen.
11 Lo! they shall turn pale and be ashamed—All they who have been incensed against thee, —They shall become as nothing and perish—The men who have been thine accusers:
Gade byen, tout sila ki fache ak ou yo va vin wont e dezonore. Sila k ap pran pòz kont ou yo va vin konsi se pa anyen e yo va peri.
12 Thou shalt seek them, but shalt not find them—The men who have contended with thee, They shall become as nothing, and as a thing of nought—The men who have warred against thee;
Ou va chache sila k ap fè pwoblèm ak ou yo, men ou p ap jwenn yo. Sila ki fè lagè ak ou yo va vin konsi se pa anyen e yo p ap egziste ankò.
13 For I, Yahweh thy God am firmly grasping thy right-hand, —Who am saying unto thee Do not fear! I, have become thy helper!
Paske Mwen se SENYÈ a, Bondye ou a, ki soutni men dwat Ou, ki di ou, pa pè, Mwen va ba ou sekou.
14 Do not fear, Thou worm Jacob, Ye men of Israel, —I, have become thy helper, Declareth Yahweh, And thy redeemer The Holy One of Israel.
“Pinga ou pè, ou menm, vètè Jacob la, nou menm mesye Israël yo. Mwen va ede nou”, deklare SENYÈ a. “Redanmtè ou a se Sila Ki Sen an Israël la.
15 Lo! I have made of thee a new pointed threshing sledge, owning teeth, —Thou shalt thresh mountains and crush them, And, hills—like chaff, shalt thou make:
Gade byen, Mwen te fè ou vin yon zouti tounèf, byen file tou de bò, pou kraze vannen rekòlt la. Ou va vannen mòn yo, kraze yo fen, e fè kolin yo vin tankou pay.
16 Thou shalt fan them and, a wind, shall carry them away, And, a whirlwind, scatter, them, —But, thou, shalt exult in Yahweh, And, in the Holy One of Israel, shalt thou boast thyself.
Ou va vannen yo; van a va pote yo ale e tanpèt va gaye yo. Men ou va rejwi nan SENYÈ a; ou va fè lwanj Sila Ki Sen an Israël la.
17 As for the oppressed and the needy. Seeking water when there is none, Their tongue with thirst being parched I—Yahweh, will answer them, The God of Israel, I will not forsake them:
Aflije yo ak malere yo ap chache dlo, men nanpwen; lang yo sèch ak swaf la. Mwen menm, SENYÈ a, va reponn yo. Mwen, Bondye Israël la p ap abandone yo.
18 I will open, On bare hills rivers, and In the midst of plains, fountains, —I will make The desert, a lake of water, and Parched land, springs of water;
Mwen va ouvri rivyè yo sou wotè ki vid yo ak sous nan mitan vale yo. Mwen va fè dezè a vin yon letan dlo, e tè sèch la yon fontèn dlo.
19 I will set in the desert! Cedar, acacia, and myrtle, and oil-tree, —I will place, in the waste plain, Cypress, holm-oak, and sherbin-cedar, together
Mwen va plase pye sèd nan dezè a, pye akasya, ak pye jasmen ak pye doliv. Mwen va mete pye pichpen nan dezè a ansanm ak pye bwadòm;
20 That men may see and observe and consider and understand at once, That, the hand of Yahweh, hath done this, That the Holy One of Israel hath created it.
pou yo ka wè, vin rekonèt, reflechi e ranmase bon konprann ansanm, ke men SENYÈ a te fè sa, ke Sila Ki Sen an Israël te kreye li a.
21 Bring near your contention, Saith Yahweh, —Advance your defences, Saith the King of Jacob:
“Prezante ka nou yo”, pale SENYÈ a. “Pote gwo diskou nou yo”, pale Wa a Jacob la.
22 Let them advance them, and tell us, What shall happen, —Things known in advance—what they were, tell ye, That we may lay them to our heart and mark the after-story of them, Or, things yet to come, let us hear:
Mennen fè yo vin parèt e deklare a nou menm sa ki va rive! Epi pou evenman lontan yo, deklare kisa yo te ye, pou nou ka konsidere yo, e konnen kijan y ap sòti. Oswa, anonse a nou menm sa k ap vini an.
23 Tell ye the events which shall be here-after, That we may perceive that gods, ye are, —Surely ye must do something—good or bad, That we may be amazed and behold it, at once.
Deklare bagay ki va vin rive apre yo, pou nou ka konnen ke se dye nou ye. Anverite, fè byen, oswa fè mal, pou nou ka gade toupatou ansanm ak kè twouble.
24 Lo! ye, are, of nought, And your work is a puff of breath, —An abomination, he that chooseth you!
Gade byen, nou pou ryen e zèv nou yo pa pou anyen. Sila ki pito nou an se yon abominnasyon.
25 I have roused up one from the North, and he hath come, From the rising of the sun, calleth he on my Name, —And he hath come, on deputies, as though they were mortar, And as a potter treadeth clay.
Mwen te fè leve yon moun soti nan nò e li vin parèt; depi nan solèy leve a, li va rele non Mwen; li va vini sou chèf yo, kon sou mòtye, tankou bòs kanari mache sou ajil.
26 Who hath told in advance, that we might know, And beforetime, that we might say Right! Nay, there is none who can tell. Nay, there is none who can let us hear, Nay, there is none who can understand what ye utter.
Se kilès ki te deklare sa depi nan kòmansman an, pou nou ta ka konnen? Oswa depi tan ansyen yo, pou nou ta kapab di: “Li se vrè”? San dout, pa t gen moun ki te deklare sa; san dout, pa t gen moun ki te pwoklame sa; san dout, pa t gen moun ki te tande pawòl sila yo.
27 He who is First, [can say], To Zion, Lo! there they are! And to Jerusalem, A herald of good-tidings, do I give.
Mwen se premye pou di a Sion: ‘Men vwala, men yo la;’ epi a Jérusalem: ‘Mwen va voye yon mesaje bòn nouvèl’.
28 So I look, And there is not, a Man! Even among these And there is none to advise, —That, when I ask them, can answer a word.
Men lè M gade, nanpwen pèsòn e pa gen konseye pami yo, ki, si M te mande, ta kapab bay yon repons.
29 Lo! as to all of them, Vanity—nothingness, are their works, Wind and emptiness, their molten images!
Gade byen, yo tout fo. Zèv yo san valè. Imaj fonn yo se van ak konfizyon.
