Isaiah 50
1 Thus, saith Yahweh—Where then is the scroll of your mother’s divorce, whom I have put away? Or, which of my creditors, is it to whom I have sold you? Lo! for your iniquities, have ye been sold, And for your transgressions, hath your mother been put away.
Men sa Seyè a di ankò: -Si m' te voye manman nou tounen lakay li, kote papye divòs mwen te ba li? Ki moun mwen te dwe lajan pou m' ta vann nou ba li tankou esklav? Se poutèt mechanste nou yo mwen te vann nou. Se poutèt peche nou yo mwen te voye manman nou tounen lakay li.
2 Wherefore, When I came in, was there no one? When I called, was there none to answer? Is mine own hand, really shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or is there not, in me, strength to deliver? Lo! by my rebuke, I dry up the sea I make rivers a desert, Their fish Stinketh, for want of water, Yea dieth, for thirst:
Poukisa, atò, lè mwen vin delivre nou an, pa gen pesonn ki vini jwenn mwen? Poukisa, lè m' rele nou, pesonn pa reponn? Eske se fòs mwen pa gen fòs ase pou m' delivre nou? Eske ponyèt mwen twò fèb pou m' sove nou? Se konnen nou pa konnen mwen annik louvri bouch mwen epi tout dlo lanmè cheche, tout larivyè tounen ravin chèch, tout pwason mouri paske yo pa jwenn dlo. Y'ap pouri.
3 I clothe the heavens with gloom, And, of sackcloth, make I their covering.
Mwen kouvri syèl la ak nwaj nwa. Li tankou yon moun ki nan lapenn pou ka lanmò!
4 My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, —He kept wakening—morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed;
Seyè a moutre m' sa pou m' di, pou m' ka ankouraje moun ki pa kapab ankò. Chak maten li louvri zòrèy mwen, pou m' ka tande sa li pral moutre m', jan yon bon patizan fèt pou fè.
5 My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, —Away, turned I not:
Seyè a, Bondye a, louvri lespri mwen, mwen pa kenbe tèt ak li. Mwen pa renka devan li.
6 My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, —My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.
Mwen pare do m' bay moun k'ap bat mwen yo. Mwen lonje figi m' bay moun k'ap rache bab mwen yo. Mwen pa kache figi m' lè y'ap joure m', lè y'ap krache sou mwen.
7 Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, —Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.
Seyè a, Bondye a, ap pote m' sekou. Se poutèt sa, jouman yo pa ka fè m' anyen. Mwen sere dan m', mwen mare kè m' pou m' soufri. Mwen sèten, Bondye p'ap fè m' wont.
8 At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, —Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me!
Moun ki pral rann mwen jistis la pa lwen rive. Ki moun ki vle plede ak mwen? Ann konparèt ansanm devan tribinal la? Kilès ki vle rele m' lajistis? Se pou l' vin kanpe la devan m'!
9 Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
Se Seyè a menm, Bondye a, k'ap pote m' sekou. Ki moun ki ka fè yo kondannen m'? Tout moun k'ap akize m' yo pral disparèt. Y'ap tankou yon rad vèmen ap devore.
10 Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, —That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God.
Nou tout ki gen krentif pou Seyè a, nou tout k'ap koute pawòl sèvitè li a, nou wè jan chemen m'ap swiv la fè nwa san yon ti limyè ladan l'. Se pou nou met konfyans nou nan Seyè a. Apiye sou Bondye nou an!
11 Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, —Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
Men nou tout k'ap pouse dife, k'ap fè plan pou detwi lòt moun, se nou menm ki pral boule nan dife nou limen an, se nou menm ki pral pran nan plan n'ap fè yo. Se Seyè a menm ki pral fè sa rive nou: Nou pral tòde ak doulè nan kabann nou.
