< 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. Lo, Damascus is taken away from [being] a city, And it hath 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.
Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, 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 ceased hath the fortress from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the honour of the sons of Israel, The affirmation of Jehovah 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 hath come to pass, in that day, Wax poor doth the honour of Jacob, And the fatness of his flesh doth wax 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 hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath 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 left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two — three berries on the top of a branch, Four — five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, 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 doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look,
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 looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not — the shrines 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 are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath 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 thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it,
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.
In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap [is] the harvest 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, As the sounding of seas they sound; And [to] the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted.
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 as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane.
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 even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This [is] the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!