Nahum 2
1 He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, —watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.
Sila ki konn kaze brize a gen tan monte kont ou. Kenbe fò a! Veye chemen an! Ranfòse ren ou! Ranmase tout kouraj ou!
2 For Yahweh hath restored the excellency of Jacob, like the excellency of Israel, —for the plunderers have plundered them, and, their vine branches, have they marred.
Paske SENYÈ a va restore tout glwa a Jacob, menm jan ak glwa Israël la, paske piyajè yo fin piyaje yo, e te rache branch rezen li yo.
3 The shield of his heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, —and, the lances, are put in motion.
Boukliye a mesye pwisan li yo vin wouj. Gèrye yo vin abiye an kramwazi. Cha yo klere an asye nan jou derape a. Lans an bwa pichpen yo vin parèt.
4 In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, —their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.
Cha yo kouri fou nan lari. Yo sikile san kontwòl sou wout yo. Aparans yo tankou tòch, yo kouri patou tankou kout loray.
5 Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go—let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.
Li rele gèye pi chwa li yo. Yo manke tonbe nan fòme yo. Yo prese rive nan miray la. Gwo barikàd syèj defans la fin prepare.
6 The gates of the rivers, have been opened, —and, the palace, doth quake.
Pòtay rivyè yo ouvri e palè a fin kraze nèt.
7 And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive—hath been led up, —and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.
Bagay la fin fèt; Ninive vin toutouni, li fin pote ale nèt. Sèvant li yo ap plenyen ak vwa toutrèl; y ap bat lestonmak yo.
8 Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, —but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand! but no one is turning.
Men Ninive te tankou ti lak dlo depi lontan; malgre sa, y ap sove ale. “Rete, Rete”! Yo kriye fò, Men pèsòn pa gade dèyè.
9 Plunder silver, plunder gold, —and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.
Pran piyaj ajan! Pran piyaj lò! Paske gen trezò san limit—gen valè nan tout bagay presye yo.
10 Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted [is she]! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.
Li vin vid nèt! Wi, li vin dezole e gate. Kè yo ap fann e jenou yo si tèlman ap sekwe, youn bat lòt. Doulè ak laperèz domine tout kò a, e figi yo vin blèm!
11 Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, —where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion’s whelp, with none to make them afraid?
Kote fòs lyon yo ye? Kote plas la tout jenn lyon yo te manje? Kote andwa a manman lyon an ak ti lyon an te konn mache? Plas la kote okenn pa t konn fè yo pè?
12 The lion, used to tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and to strangle for his lionesses, —and then fill with prey his holes, and his lairs with what he had torn.
Lyon an te kon chire viktim yo an mòso ase pou manje ti lyon li yo. Li te touye pou manman lyon li yo. Li te plen kav li ak chè ki dechire e tanyè li ak viktim.
13 Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, —so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.
“Gade byen Mwen kont ou”, pale SENYÈ dèzame yo. “Mwen va brile cha lagè li yo nan lafimen. Nepe a va devore jenn lyon ou yo. Mwen va retire nan peyi a, tout chè nou te konn manje. Konsa, vwa mesaje nou yo p ap tande ankò.”
