Lamentations 4
1 How is dimmed the gold! changed the most fine gold! Poured out are the stones of the sanctuary, at the top of all the streets.
A la briyans lò a vin bese! Lò pi a pa menm ankò! Wòch tanp yo vide deyò nan tout kwen lari.
2 The precious sons of Zion, they who were weighed against pure gold, How are they accounted as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!
Pyè presye a fis a Sion yo; ki gen valè kon lò fen, gade kijan yo konsidere kon veso tè, travay a potye a!
3 Even wild dogs, draw out the breast, give suck to their whelps—The daughter of my people, hath become cruel, like the ostriches in the desert.
Menm chen mawon yo konn bay tete; yo kite pitit yo souse yo. Men fi a pèp mwen an te vin mechan kon yon otrich nan dezè.
4 The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst, —Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.
Lang a ti bebe a kole nan fon bouch yo, tèlman yo swaf; ti piti yo mande pen, men pèsòn pa kase bay yo.
5 They who used to eat delicacies, are deserted in the streets, —They who used to be carried on crimson, have embraced heaps of refuse.
Sila ki te konn manje ti manje delika yo, vin abandone nan lari. Sila ki te leve nan abiman an mov yo ap degaje yo chèche kaka bèf.
6 And the punishment of the daughter of my people hath grown greater than the punishment of Sodom, —which was overthrown as in a moment, when no hands had been laid violently upon her.
Paske inikite a fi a pèp mwen an pi gwo ke peche Sodome, ki te boulvèse nan yon moman, san pa t gen men ki boulvèse l.
7 Purer were her Nazirites than snow, whiter were they than milk, —more ruddy, in body, than coral, A sapphire, was their beauty of form.
Prens li yo te pi pwòp ke lanèj. Yo te pi blan ke lèt. Yo te pi wouj pase koray. Yo te poli tankou pyè safì.
8 Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets—Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.
Aparans yo koulye a pi nwa ke poud chabon. Yo pa menm rekonèt yo nan lari. Chè yo vin kole sou zo yo. Li fennen nèt. Li vin tankou bwa.
9 Better are the slain of the sword, than the slain of the famine, —for, these, pine away, stricken through, wanting the produce of the field.
Pi bon se sila ki te touye ak nepe yo, ke sila ki touye ak grangou yo; paske yo vin chagren e epwize akoz mank fwi chan an.
10 The hands of compassionate women, have cooked their own children, —they have served as nourishment to them, in the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.
Men a fanm ki te konn plen konpasyon yo te bouyi pwòp pitit yo. Yo te devni manje pou yo, akoz destriksyon a fi a pèp mwen an.
11 Yahweh hath completed his indignation, hath poured out the glow of his anger; and hath kindled a fire in Zion, which hath devoured her foundations.
SENYÈ a te acheve gwo kòlè Li a. Li te vide gwo kòlè Li a. Li te limen yon dife nan Sion, ki te manje tout fondasyon Li yo.
12 Neither the kings of the earth, nor any of the inhabitants of the world, believed, that an adversary or an enemy, should enter, the gates of Jerusalem!
Wa latè yo pa t kwè, ni okenn abitan nan mond lan, ke advèsè ak ènmi an ta ka antre nan pòtay Jérusalem nan.
13 [It is] for the sins of her prophets, the iniquities of her priests, —who have been pouring out, in her midst, the blood of the righteous!
Akoz peche a pwofèt li yo ak inikite a prèt li yo, ki te vèse nan mitan li san a moun ladwati yo.
14 They have wandered—blind—in the streets, have defiled themselves with blood; so that men may not touch their garments.
Yo egare e avèg nan lari yo. Yo te vin souye ak san, jiskaske pèsòn pa t ka manyen abiman yo.
15 Turn aside! Unclean! have they cried to them, Turn aside! Turn aside! Do not touch! because they have fled, yea, wandered, Men said among the nations, They will not again tarry;
“Sòti! Pa pwòp!” Yo te kriye a yo menm. “Sòti, sòti, pa touche!” Konsa yo te sove ale, e te mache toupatou. Pami nasyon yo, yo te di: “Yo p ap ka kontinye rete pami nou”.
16 The face of Yahweh, hath scattered them, He will look them out no more: The persons of the priests, they have not respected, To the elders, have they shown no favour.
Prezans a SENYÈ a te gaye yo. Li p ap kontinye bay yo swen. Yo pa t onore prèt yo, Yo pa t respekte ansyen yo.
17 Silly shall our eyes fail, for our help that is vain: In our watchtower, have we watched—for a nation that will not save.
Malgre sa, zye nou febli. Chache sekou te vin initil. Nan chache, nou te chache pou yon nasyon ki pa t ka sove.
18 They have laid snares for our steps, that we cannot walk in our own broadways: Drawn near hath our end, Fulfilled are our days, yea arrived hath our end.
Konsa, yo te fè lachas dèyè nou jiskaske nou pa t ka mache nan lari nou yo. Lafen nou vin pwòch. Jou nou yo fin ranpli, paske dènye moman nou vin rive.
19 Swifter are our pursuers, than the eagles of the heavens, —Over the mountains, have they come hotly after us, In the wilderness, have they lain in wait for us.
Sila ki te kouri dèyè nou yo te pi vit pase èg k ap volè anlè. Yo te fè lachas sou nou nan mòn yo. Yo te kache tann anbiskad pou nou nan savann nan.
20 The fragrance of our nostrils, The Anointed of Yahweh, hath been captured in their pits, —of whom we had said—In his shade, shall we live among the nations.
Souf lè ki nan nen nou, nou menm ki onksyone de SENYÈ a, te vin kaptire nan twou fòs yo, de sila nou te konn di: “Anba lonbraj li, nou va viv pami nasyon yo”.
21 Rejoice and be glad, O daughter of Edom, thou inhabitress in the and of Uz, —Even unto thee, shall the cup pass along, thou shalt be drunken, and expose thy shame.
Rejwi e fè kè kontan, O fi a Edom nan, ki rete nan peyi Uts la. Tas la va fè wonn vin jwenn ou tou. Ou va vin sou. Ou va vin toutouni.
22 Completed is thy punishment, O daughter of Zion, He will no more carry thee away captive—He hath punished thine iniquity, O daughter of Edom, he hath stripped the veil from off thy sins.
Pinisyon pou inikite nou yo fin konplete, O fi a Sion an. Li p ap ekzile nou ankò. Li va pini inikite nou an, O fi Edom an. Li va fè parèt tout peche ou yo!
