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.
The burden of Damascus. Behold, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it has been a heap—a ruin.
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 cities of Aroer are forsaken, They are for droves, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling.
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.
And the fortress has ceased from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the glory of the sons of Israel, A declaration of YHWH of Hosts!
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.
And it has come to pass in that day, The glory of Jacob waxes poor, And the fatness of his flesh waxes lean.
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.
And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the standing grain by the reaper, And his arm reaps the ears, And it has come to pass, As the gathering of the ears 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.
And gleanings have been left in him, As the surrounding of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, A declaration of YHWH, 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.
In that day man looks to His Maker, Indeed, his eyes 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.
And he does not look to the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made, He does not see—the Asherim and the images.
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.
In that day the cities of his strength are As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It has also been a desolation.
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.
Because you have forgotten the God of your salvation, And have not remembered the Rock of your strength, Therefore you plant plants of pleasantness, And sow it with a strange shoot,
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.
You cause your plant to become great in the day, And make your seed to flourish in the morning, The harvest [is] a heap in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
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.
Woe [to] the multitude of many peoples, They sound as the sounding of seas; And the roaring of nations, As the roaring of mighty waters [that] make a crashing.
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.
Nations crash as the roaring of many waters, And He rebuked them, And they fled far off, And were pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a windstorm.
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.
At evening, behold, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!
