Ezayi 3
1 Wi. Seyè a, Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a, pral koupe viv tout moun nan lavil Jerizalèm ak nan peyi Jida. P'ap gen pen, p'ap gen dlo.
For, lo, the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Is turning aside from Jerusalem, And from Judah, stay and staff, Every stay of bread, and every stay of water.
2 P'ap gen vanyan gason ankò ni sòlda. P'ap gen jij ankò ni pwofèt. P'ap gen divinò ankò ni grandèt.
Hero and man of war, judge and prophet, And diviner and elder,
3 P'ap gen kaptenn, p'ap gen majistra ni moun ki pou bay konsèy. P'ap gen moun ki konn fè maji, ni moun ki konn moute batri.
Head of fifty, and accepted of faces, And counsellor, and the wise of artificers, And the intelligent of charmers.
4 M'ap pran jenn timoun san esperyans m'a mete chèf pou gouvènen yo.
And I have made youths their heads, And sucklings rule over them.
5 Tout moun pral chache pwofite yonn sou lòt, zanmi sou zanmi, vwazen sou vwazen. Jennmoun p'ap respekte granmoun. Vakabon ap pase moun debyen nan betiz.
And the people hath exacted — man upon man, Even a man on his neighbour, Enlarge themselves do the youths against the aged, And the lightly esteemed against the honoured.
6 Yon lè menm, tout yon branch fanmi va chwazi yonn nan mitan yo. Y'a di l' konsa: Ou menm ki gen rad pou ou mete sou ou, n'ap mete ou chèf pou ou ka dirije nou nan move pa n'ap pase koulye a.
When one layeth hold on his brother, [Of] the house of his father, [by] the garment, 'Come, a ruler thou art to us, And this ruin [is] under thy hand.'
7 Men, moun yo chwazi a va reponn: Non. Mwen pa dòktè, mwen pa ka fè anyen pou nou! Ni tou, mwen pa gen manje, m' pa gen rad lakay mwen. Pa mete m' chèf sou pèp la.
He lifteth up, in that day, saying: 'I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'
8 Wi, lavil Jerizalèm bannann! Peyi Jida a nan tou sa ki pa bon! Paske tou sa yo di, tou sa yo fè pa dakò ak sa Seyè a vle. Devan tout moun y'ap kenbe tèt ak Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a.
For stumbled hath Jerusalem, and Judah hath fallen, For their tongue and their doings [are] against Jehovah, To provoke the eyes of His glory.
9 Depi ou gade yo, ou wè ki moun yo ye. Tankou moun lavil Sodòm yo, yo fè peche yo aklè pou tout moun wè. Se poutèt sa malè ap tonbe sou yo. Se yo menm menm k'ap rale l' sou tèt yo.
The appearance of their faces witnessed against them, And their sin, as Sodom, they declared, They have not hidden! Woe to their soul, For they have done to themselves evil.
10 Se pou nou di: Ala bèl bagay pou moun ki mache dwat yo! Zafè yo mache byen tou. Y'a jwi pwofi travay yo.
Say ye to the righteous, that [it is] good, Because the fruit of their doings they eat.
11 Men, pòv mechan yo, malè ap tonbe sou yo. Y'a fè yo peye pou sa yo fè a.
Woe to the wicked — evil, Because the deed of his hand is done to him.
12 Sa fè m' lapenn pou pèp mwen an! Se yon timoun k'ap prije yo, se fanm k'ap kòmande yo. Sa fè m' lapenn anpil wi pou nou, pèp mwen an! Chèf yo fè nou pèdi chemen nou. Yo mele nou. Nou pa konn ki wout pou nou pran.
My people — its exactors [are] sucklings, And women have ruled over it. My people — thy eulogists are causing to err, And the way of thy paths swallowed up.
13 Seyè a kanpe pou l' denonse sa yo fè a. Li pare pou l' jije pèp li a.
Jehovah hath stood up to plead, And He is standing to judge the peoples.
14 Seyè a rele chèf fanmi yo ak lòt chèf pèp li a nan tribinal. L'ap denonse yo. Li di konsa: Se nou menm ki fin piye jaden rezen yo. N'ap vòlò pòv malere yo pou nou plen kay nou.
Jehovah into judgment doth enter With elders of His people, and its heads: 'And ye, ye have consumed the vineyard, Plunder of the poor [is] in your houses.
15 Nou pa gen dwa kraze pèp mwen an konsa. Nou pa gen dwa pwofite konsa sou pòv yo. Se mwen menm, Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, ki pale.
What — to you? ye bruise My people, And the faces of the poor ye grind.' An affirmation of the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, And Jehovah saith:
16 Seyè a di: Gade jan medam lavil Jerizalèm yo ye non! Y'ap mache tankou yo pa kanmarad pesonn. Yo kage tèt yo dèyè, y'ap fè mesye yo je dou. Y'ap mache banda pou braslè nan pye yo ka sonnen.
'Because that daughters of Zion have been haughty, And they walk stretching out the neck, And deceiving [with] the eyes, Walking and mincing they go, And with their feet they make a tinkling,
17 Men, mwen menm Bondye, m'ap pini yo. M'ap kale tèt yo tou blanch, m'ap kite yo san cheve.
The Lord also hath scabbed The crown of the head of daughters of Zion, And Jehovah their simplicity exposeth.
18 Jou sa a, Bondye va wete tout bijou yo gen sou yo: braslè yo mete nan pye yo, bando yo mare nan tèt yo, meday yo mare sou fwon yo,
In that day doth the Lord turn aside The beauty of the tinkling ornaments, And of the embroidered works, And of the round tires like moons,
19 zanno, braslè yo mete nan bra yo, ak vwal yo mete sou tèt yo,
Of the drops, and the bracelets, and the mufflers,
20 mouchwa yo mare tèt yo, ti chenn yo mete nan pye yo, bèl senti yo, poban odè yo, bwòch yo,
Of the bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs, And of the bands, And of the perfume boxes, and the amulets,
21 bag yo, zanno pou nen yo,
Of the seals, and of the nose-rings,
22 bèl rad swa yo, foula yo, chal yo, bous yo,
Of the costly apparel, and of the mantles, And of the coverings, and of the purses,
23 glas yo, rad twal fin yo, madras yo ak vwal dantèl yo mete sou tèt yo.
Of the mirrors, and of the linen garments, And of the hoods, and of the vails,
24 Yo p'ap sèvi ak odè ankò, y'ap santi move. Yo p'ap sèvi ak bèl senti ankò. Y'a mare ren yo ak kòd. Yo p'ap gen cheve pou yo fè bèl kwafi, tèt yo va kale tou blanch. Yo p'ap gen bèl rad pou mete sou yo, y'a vlope kò yo nan sak. Yo p'ap fè figi yo bèl ankò. Y'ap tanpe yo nan figi ak fè wouj tankou esklav.
And it hath been, instead of spice is muck, And instead of a girdle, a rope, And instead of curled work, baldness, And instead of a stomacher a girdle of sackcloth.
25 Tout mesye yo pral mouri nan lagè. Tout sòlda yo pral mouri nan batay.
For instead of glory, thy men by sword do fall, And thy might in battle.
26 Moun pral plenn nan pòtay lavil yo, y'ap nan lapenn. Lavil la ap tankou yon fanm ki chita atè, san rad sou li.
And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!
