Isaiah 57
1 The righteous one, hath perished, And not a man, hath taken it to heart—Yea the men of lovingkindness, have been withdrawn No one considering, That from the presence of calamity, hath the righteous been withdrawn.
Moun dwat la peri, men pèsòn pa pran sa a kè. Sila ak mizerikòd vin retire, men pèsòn pa konsidere ke moun dwat la retire pou anpeche mal la rive l.
2 He entereth into peace, Let them rest upon their couches, —Each one who went on a straight path.
Li antre nan lapè. Chak antre nan pwòp kabann pa l; tout sila ki te mache dwat nan chemen li yo.
3 But, ye, …draw near hither, Ye sons of divination, —Ye seed of an adulterer when your mother committed unchastity!
“Men vini isit la, nou menm fis a yon manbo, desandan a yon fanm adiltè ak yon pwostitiye.
4 Against whom would ye disport yourselves? Against whom would ye widen the mouth and lengthen the tongue, —Are not, ye, Children of transgression, A Seed of falsehood.
Se kont kilès nou fè plezi a? Kont kilès nou ouvri bouch nou laj e lonje lang nou an? Se pa desandan a rebèl nou ye, ak pòtè a desepsyon?
5 Who inflame yourselves With the terebinths, Under every green tree—Slaying the children, In the torrent-valleys, Under the clefts of the crags:
Kap limen tèt nou pami bwadchenn yo, anba tout gwo bwa vèt, ki fè masak timoun yo nan ravin yo, anba fenèt wòch gwo falèz yo?
6 Among the smooth stones of the torrent—valley, is thy portion. They, they, are thy lot; Even to them, hast thou Poured out a drink-offering. Caused to ascend a gift. Over these things, can I cease to grieve?
Pami wòch swa nan ravin nan se pòsyon pa w; pou yo menm ou te voye osò a. Menm pou yo menm, ou te vide yon ofrann bwason. Ou te fè yon ofrann sereyal. Èske M ta dwe ralanti konsènan bagay sa yo?
7 On a mountain high and uplifted, hast thou set thy couch, —Even thither, hast thou gone up, to offer sacrifice;
Sou yon gwo mòn byen wo, ou te fè kabann ou. Anplis, se la, ou te monte pou ofri sakrifis.
8 And behind the door and the post, hast thou set thy symbol, For, with another than me, hast thou uncovered thyself and gone up—Hast widened thy couch, And hast solemnised for thyself a covenant from them, Thou hast loved their couch a sign, hast thou seen;
Dèyè pòt la ak chanbrann pòt la, ou te fè monte souvni ou; ou te ouvri ou menm a yon lòt sòf ke mwen. Konsa, ou te monte. Ou te ale fè kabann ou byen laj. Konsa ou te antann ou avèk yo. Ou te byen renmen sa ou te we sou kabann yo.
9 And hast gone to the king with oil, And hast multiplied thy perfumes, —And hast sent thy messengers afar, And…lowered thyself as far as hades! (Sheol h7585)
Ou te ale kote wa a ak lwil, e ou te ogmante pafen ou yo; ou te voye mesaje ou yo rete lwen, e te degrade ou menm jis rive nan Sejou mò yo. (Sheol h7585)
10 With the length of thy journey, thou wast wearied, Thou didst not say, Hopeless! The reviving of thy power, thou didst find, For this cause, hast thou not become sick.
Ou te fatige akoz wout ou te long, men ou pa t di: ‘Nanpwen espwa.’ Ou te jwenn fòs renouvle. Ou pa t febli menm.
11 Whom then hadst thou been anxious about and feared that thou shouldest speak falsely, When me, thou rememberedst not, caredst not for me? Did not, I, keep silence even from age-past times, Although me, thou wouldest not fear?
De kilès ou te pè e twouble a, ki fè w manti pou w pa sonje Mwen an, ni menm panse a Mwen an? Èske Mwen pa t rete an silans pou anpil tan ki fè ou pa gen lakrent Mwen an?
12 I, will expose thy righteousness, —And thy works—but they will not profit thee!
Mwen va deklare ladwati ou ak zèv ou yo, men yo p ap nan avantaj ou.
13 When thou makest outcry, let thy gathered throngs deliver thee! But all of them, shall A wind, catch up—A breath, take away! Whereas he that seeketh refuge in me, Shall inherit the land, And possess my holy mountain.
Lè ou vin kriye fò, kite zidòl ou yo delivre ou. Men van an va pote yo ale. Yon souf va rale yo monte. Men sila ki kache nan Mwen an va eritye peyi a. Li va posede mòn sen Mwen an.”
14 And one said—Cast ye up—cast ye up, prepare ye a way, —Lift the stumbling-block out of the way of my people.
Li va di: “Fè l monte, fè l monte, prepare chemen an! Retire obstak la ki nan wout pèp Mwen an.”
15 For, thus, saith he that is high and lifted up—Inhabiting futurity, And, holy, is his name: A high and holy place, will I inhabit, Also with the crushed and lowly in spirit, To revive the spirit of the lowly, and To revive the heart of them who are crushed; —
Paske se konsa Sila ki wo e egzalte, Sila ki viv jis pou tout tan an, non a Li se Sila ki Sen an, pale: “Mwen rete nan kote ki wo e ki sen, anplis ak li menm ki gen kè ki pi e ki enb, pou fè leve lespri a enb yo, e fè leve kè a sila a ki plen regrè pou peche.
16 For not age-abidingly, will I contend, Nor perpetually, will I be wroth, —For, spirit, before me, would faint, Even the breathing souls, which, I, had made.
Mwen p ap goumen ak ou pou tout tan, ni se pa pou tout tan ke M ap fache a; paske lespri a ta vin fèb devan M, ak nanm a sila ke M te fè yo.
17 Because of his iniquitous gain, was I wroth—and smote him Hiding myself that I might be wroth, —But he went on turning aside in the way of his own heart.
Akoz inikite gwo lanvi li, Mwen te fè kòlè, e Mwen te frape li. Mwen te kache figi Mwen; Mwen te fache. Konsa li te kontinye regrese nan wout kè l te pran an.
18 His ways, have I beheld, That I might heal him, —And guide him, And restore consolations to him and to his mourners:
Mwen te wè chemen li yo; malgre sa, M ap geri li; Mwen va mennen li e restore konsolasyon a li menm ak sila k ap lamante pou li.
19 Creating the fruit of the lips—Prosperity! Prosperity! For him that is far off and for him that is near saith Yahweh, So should I heal him.
Mwen kreye fwi a lèv yo: “Lapè, lapè, pou sila ki lwen yo, ak pou sila ki pre yo,” SENYÈ a di: “Epi Mwen va geri yo.”
20 But, the lawless, are like the sea when tossed, —For, rest, it cannot! But its waters toss out mire and dirt.
Men mechan yo tankou lanmè k ap boulvèse. Li p ap ka kalme, e dlo yo rale fè monte fatra ak labou.
21 No well-being, saith my God, to the lawless!
“Nanpwen lapè” Bondye Mwen an di: “pou mechan yo”.
