Isaiah 47
1 Down—and sit in the dust, O virgin Daughter of Babylon, Sit on the ground—throneless, Daughter of the Chaldeans; For thou shalt no more be called Tender and Dainty.
“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 meal, —Put back thy veil—tuck up thy train Bare the leg, wade through streams:
Pran yon wòch moulen pou moulen farin. Retire vwal ou leve jip la wo, dekouvri janm yo. Travèse rivyè yo.
3 Bared shall be thy shame, Yea seen thy reproach, —An avenging, will I take, And will accept no son of earth.
Toutouni ou va dekouvri e wont ou va vin parèt. Mwen va pran vanjans e Mwen p ap bliye pèsòn.”
4 Our Redeemer, Yahweh of hosts, is his name! The Holy One of Israel.
Redanmtè nou an, SENYÈ dèzame yo se non Li, Sila Ki Sen an Israël la.
5 Sit silent, and get into darkness, Daughter of the Chaldeans! For thou shalt no more be called 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 had been provoked with my people, Had profaned mine inheritance, And given them into thy hand, …Thou shewedst them no compassion, Upon the elder, madest thou very heavy thy yoke.
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 thou saidst, Unto times age-abiding, shall I be Mistress, —Insomuch that thou laidst not these things to thy heart, Didst not keep in mind the issue thereof,
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 Now, therefore hear this, Thou Lady of pleasure Who dwelleth securely, Who saith in her heart, —I, [am], and there is no one besides, I shall not sit a widow, Nor know loss of children.
“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 Yet shall there come to thee—both these, in a moment, in one day, Loss of children and widowhood, —To their full, have they come on thee, Spite of the mass of thine incantations, Spite of the great throng of thy spells.
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 so thou didst trust in thy wickedness, Thou saidst, no one, seeth me, Thy wisdom and knowledge, the same, seduced thee, —Therefore saidst thou in thy heart, I [am], and there is no one besides.
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 Therefore shall come on thee—Mischief, Thou shalt not know how to charm it away Yea there shall fall on thee, Ruin, Thou shalt not be able to appease it, —And there shall come on thee suddenly. Desolation. Thou shalt 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 Take thy stand, I pray thee, With thy spells. And with the throng of thine incantations wherein thou hast wearied thyself from thy youth, —Peradventure thou mayest be able to profit Peradventure thou mayest strike me with terror.
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 Thou hast worn thyself out with the mass of thy consultations, —Let them take their stand I pray thee that they may save thee—The dividers of the heavens—The gazers at the stars, They who make known by new moons, Somewhat of the things which shall come upon thee.
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 Lo! they have become as straw—a fire, hath burned them up, They shall not deliver their own soul from the grasp of the flame, —There is, no live coal to warm them, nor blaze to sit before.
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 Such, have they become to thee, with whom thou hast wearied thyself, —Thy merchants—from thy youth, will every man stagger straight onwards—There is none to save thee.
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.
