Oze 7
1 Chak fwa mwen fè lide geri moun Izrayèl yo, sa ki parèt devan je mwen se move ajisman pitit Efrayim yo, se mechanste moun Samari yo. Yonn ap bay lòt manti, se kase kay moun pou vòlò. Nan lari, yo fè bann pou yo piye moun.
Whenever I want to heal Israel, the sin of Ephraim is exposed, as well as the evil deeds of Samaria, for they practice deceit; a thief comes in, and a marauding band attacks in the street.
2 Men, yo pa janm mete nan tèt yo m'ap toujou chonje tou sa yo fè. Men, yo kanpe nan mitan tout mechanste yo la devan je mwen.
They do not realize in their hearts that I remember all their evil deeds. Now their deeds surround them; they are before my face.
3 Nan mechanste yo, y'ap fè fèt pou wa a. Y'ap woule chèf yo, antan y'ap fè konplo.
With their evil they make the king glad, and by their lies the officials.
4 Se yon bann trèt yo ye. Yo pa kenbe pawòl yo. Yo tankou yon fou yo fin chofe byen chofe. Boulanje a fè yo sispann chofe fou a, l'ap tann pat li fin bat la leve anvan li anfounen l'.
They are all adulterers, like an oven heated by the baker, who ceases to stir the fire from the kneading of the dough until it is leavened.
5 Konsa, jou y'ap fè fèt pou wa a, chèf yo malad anba diven, wa a menm bay lanmen ak ipokrit yo.
On the day of our king the officials made themselves sick with the heat of wine. He reached out with his hand to those who were mocking.
6 Wi, lè y'ap fè konplo se tankou yon fou k'ap chofe. Tout lannwit, chalè a ap moute. Sa yo gen sou kè yo a ap kouve. Nan maten, bagay la pete tankou flanm dife.
For with hearts like an oven, they devise their deceitful plans. Their anger smolders all night; in the morning it burns high like a flaming fire.
7 Yo gen yon chalè k'ap soti sou yo, cho tankou yon fou byen chofe. Yo devore moun k'ap gouvènen yo. Wa yo tonbe yonn apre lòt. Pa gen yon moun ki rele m' mande sekou.
They all are as hot as an oven, and they devour those who rule over them. All their kings have fallen; none of them calls on me.
8 Moun Efrayim yo pa pi bon pase yon pen ki kwit yon sèl bò. Yo pèdi valè yo. Moun Efrayim yo melanje ak moun lòt nasyon ki toupatou bò kote yo.
Ephraim mixes himself among the peoples. Ephraim is a flat cake that has not been turned over.
9 Moun lòt nasyon yo fin souse tout fòs yo. Yo menm yo pa konn sa. Yo gen tan fini, yo prèt pou mouri tankou vye granmoun cheve blan, yo pa menm wè sa.
Foreigners have devoured his strength, but he does not know it. Gray hairs are sprinkled on him, but he does not know it.
10 Se awogans moun Izrayèl yo k'ap fè yo kondannen yo. Men, malgre tou sa ki rive yo, yo pa tounen vin jwenn mwen, mwen menm Seyè a, Bondye yo a. Yo pa chache kote m' ye.
The pride of Israel testifies against him; however, they have not returned to Yahweh their God, nor have they sought him, in spite of all this.
11 Moun Efrayim yo fin egare, yo tankou pijon ki pèdi bann yo, yo pa konn sa y'ap fè. Yon lè, se Lejip yo rele vin ede yo. Yon lòt lè, yo kouri al jwenn moun peyi Lasiri yo.
Ephraim is like a dove, gullible and without sense, calling out to Egypt, then flying to Assyria.
12 Men, antan yo prale konsa, mwen pare yon pèlen pou yo, mwen pran yo tankou zwazo k'ap vole nan syèl. M'ap pini yo pou mechanste yo fè yo.
When they go, I will spread my net over them, I will bring them down like the birds of the sky. I will punish them in their flocking together.
13 Madichon pou yo! Yo kouri vire do ban mwen. Y'ap fini nèt. Yo pa kenbe pawòl yo ak mwen. Yo leve dèyè mwen. Mwen te vle sove yo, men y'ap fè manti sou mwen.
Woe to them! For they have strayed from me. Devastation is coming to them! They have rebelled against me! I would have rescued them, but they spoke lies against me.
14 Lè yo kouche sou kabann yo ap plenn, yo pa lapriyè m' ak tout kè yo. Lè yo bezwen farin ak diven, y'ap kòche kò yo ak kouto tankou moun lòt nasyon yo, yo trayi m'.
They have not cried to me with all their heart, but they wail on their beds. They gather together for grain and new wine, and they turn away from me.
15 Atout se mwen menm ki te mennen yo, ki te ba yo fòs, yo fè konplo sou mwen.
Though I trained them and strengthened their arms, they are now plotting evil against me.
16 Yo vire do ban mwen pou y' al dèyè lòt bondye. Yo tankou yon banza ki pa ka sèvi ankò. Chèf yo ap pale ak twòp awogans. Se poutèt sa, yo pral mouri nan lagè. Lè sa a, moun peyi Lejip yo pral pase yo nan kont rizib yo.
They return, but they do not return to me, the Most High. They are like a slack bow. Their officials will fall by the sword because of the insolence of their tongues. This will become their mockery in the land of Egypt.
