Ezayi 17
1 Men sa Bondye di k'ap rive lavil Damas: -Lavil Damas p'ap yon lavil ankò. L'ap tounen yon pil demoli.
A message about Damascus. Look, Damascus will cease to exist as city. Instead it will become a pile of ruins.
2 Moun p'ap janm rete nan lavil peyi Siri yo ankò. Se la bèf, mouton ak kabrit pral jwenn zèb pou yo manje. Se la y'a rete san pesonn pa chase yo met deyò.
The towns of Aroer will be abandoned. Flocks will live in the streets and rest there, because there won't be anyone to chase them away.
3 Peyi Efrayim lan pral rete san anyen pou pwoteje l'. Lavil Damas pral pèdi libète granmoun li. Ti rès moun peyi Siri a pral gen menm sò ak ti rès moun pèp Izrayèl yo. Yo pral pèdi bèl pouvwa yo. Se mwen menm, Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, ki di sa.
The fortified city will disappear from Ephraim, Damascus will no longer be a kingdom, and those that are left of the Arameans will be like the lost glory of Israel, declares the Lord Almighty.
4 Seyè a di ankò: -Yon jou gen pou rive. Lè sa a, tout bèl pouvwa peyi Jakòb la pral disparèt. L'ap pèdi tout richès li, l'ap vin pòv.
At that time the glory of Jacob will fade away; he will lose his strength.
5 Peyi Izrayèl la ap tankou yon jaden diri mi yo fin koupe, yo ranmase pote ale. L'ap tankou jaden pitimi nan plenn Refayim lè yo fin ranmase grap ki tonbe atè apre rekòt la.
It will look as empty as fields after reapers have harvested the grain, gathering up the grain in their arms. It will be like when people pick the heads of grain in the Valley of Rephaim.
6 Se sèlman de twa moun k'ap rete vivan. Peyi Izrayèl la ap tankou yon pye oliv apre yo fin keyi tout donn li: se de twa grenn ki rete nan tèt la ak kat ou senk sou branch yo. Se mwen menm, Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, ki di sa.
Yet there will be some left behind, like an olive tree that has been shaken—two or three ripe olives are left at the top of the tree, four or five on its lower branches, declares the Lord, the God of Israel.
7 Jou sa a, moun va vire tèt yo bò Bondye ki te kreye yo a, y'a leve je yo gade Bondye pèp Izrayèl la.
At that time people will pay attention to their Creator and look to the Holy One of Israel.
8 Yo p'ap vire tèt yo bò lotèl zidòl yo te fè ak men yo. Yo p'ap leve je yo gade poto yo te mete kanpe pou Achera, zidòl fanm lan, ak lotèl kote y'ap boule lansan an.
They won't believe in the altars they built and the idols they made; they will not look to the Asherah poles or the altars of incense.
9 Lè jou sa a va rive, moun pral kouri kite tout lavil kote yo te konn al chache pwoteksyon yo. Se va tankou lè moun Ivi yo ak moun Amon yo te kouri kite tout lavil yo devan pèp Izrayèl la. Lavil yo pral tounen savann.
At that time their fortified cities will be like places left to be taken over by bushes and trees, just as they were previously abandoned when the Israelites invaded. The country will become completely desolate.
10 Nou menm pèp Izrayèl, nou te bliye Bondye ki te delivre nou an. Nou pa t' chonje Bondye ki te pwoteje nou an. Se poutèt sa n'ap plante bèl ti jaden sou kote pou fè sèvis pou zidòl moun lòt nasyon yo.
You have forgotten the God who saves you; you have not remembered the Rock who protects you. So, even though you plant beautiful plants and grow exotic vines,
11 Menm si yo ta rive pouse menm jou nou plante yo a, pou menm jou a nan maten yo pran fleri, nou p'ap rekòlte. Paske menm jou a tou, y'ap deperi. Se va yon gwo lapenn ki p'ap janm fini.
even though you make them grow on the day that you plant them, and have them blossom in the morning that you sow them, your harvest will heap of trouble on a day of grief and pain that cannot be cured.
12 Ki malè sa a? Yon foul moun k'ap toumante kò yo tankou lè lanmè a move. Y'ap bat kò yo fè gwo bri tankou lanm lanmè k'ap frape ak fòs sou rivaj la.
Disaster is coming to the many nations that growl, growling like the raging sea! Disaster is coming to the peoples who roar, roaring like thundering waters!
13 Nasyon yo ap bat kò yo tankou lanmè lè li move. Men, Bondye rele dèyè yo, li fè yo kouri al byen lwen. Li bwote yo ale tankou van k'ap leve pousyè sou mòn yo, tankou van siklòn k'ap pote pay ale.
The nations roar like the roaring of crashing waves. But he confronts them, and they run far away, blown by the wind like chaff on the mountains, like tumbleweeds driven by a storm.
14 Nan aswè, y'ap bay moun kè sote. Anvan solèy leve, w'ap chache yo, ou p'ap jwenn yo. Men sa k'ap tann tout moun k'ap piye nou yo, moun k'ap pwofite sou nou yo.
Sudden terror comes in the evening! By morning, they're gone! This is what happens to those who loot us, the fate of those who plunder us.
