Ezayi 32
1 Yon jou, va gen yon wa k'ap gouvènen peyi a san patipri. Chèf yo va dirije peyi a jan sa dwe fèt.
Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for judgment they rule.
2 Yo chak pral tankou kote moun al kache pou move van, tankou kote moun al kache pou van tanpèt. Y'ap tankou yon sous dlo k'ap koule nan dezè, tankou yon kokenn wòch k'ap bay lonbray kote ki pa gen dlo.
And each hath been as a hiding-place [from] wind, And as a secret hiding-place [from] inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
3 Je tout moun va louvri pou yo wè sa k'ap pase. Zòrèy tout moun va louvri pou yo konnen sa k'ap fèt nan peyi a.
And not dazzled are the eyes of beholders, And the ears of hearers do attend.
4 Moun kè cho yo va pran san yo pou yo konprann anvan yo aji. Moun bege yo pral pale byen klè pou tout moun konprann.
And the heart of those hastened Understandeth to know, And the tongue of stammerers hasteth to speak clearly.
5 P'ap gen moun k'ap asepte pran moun sòt pou moun debyen, ni bakoulou pou bon moun.
A fool is no more called 'noble,' And to a miser it is not said, 'rich;'
6 Moun sòt yo ap plede di yon bann vye koze san sans. Y'ap fè move lide nan tèt yo. Konsa, y'ap fè bagay Bondye pa vle moun fè, y'ap bay manti sou Bondye. Yo p'ap janm bay moun ki grangou yon ti manje, yo p'ap janm bay moun ki swaf dlo yon ti gout dlo pou yo bwè.
For a fool speaketh folly, And his heart doth iniquity, to do profanity, And to speak concerning Jehovah error, To empty the soul of the hungry, Yea, drink of the thirsty he causeth to lack.
7 Bakoulou, se koken k'ap fè mechanste. L'ap fè move plan nan tèt li pou l' woule pòv malere yo anba manti, pou l' enpoze endijan yo jwenn jistis.
And the miser — his instruments [are] evil, He hath counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when the needy speaketh justly.
8 Men, bon moun, se toujou sa ki byen l'ap chache fè, li p'ap janm fè anyen ki pa sa.
And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble things riseth up.
9 Nou menm medam k'ap viv alèz yo, leve non. Koute sa m'ap di! Nou menm medam ki san pwoblèm yo, louvri zòrèy nou tande sa m'ap di:
Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear [to] my saying,
10 Bann paresèz, nan ennan ankò, nou pral nan kont traka nou, paske p'ap gen rezen pou nou keyi, p'ap gen rekòt rezen k'ap fèt.
Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
11 Bann byennerèz, nou pral nan ka! Bann paresèz, nou pral tranble! Wete rad sou nou, rete toutouni, mare ren nou ak ranyon,
Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
12 paske nou pral nan lapenn lè n'a chonje bèl jaden ak bèl grap rezen nou yo, lè n'a wè se pikan ak raje k'ap pouse nan tout jaden pèp mwen an.
For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
13 Nou pral kriye lè n'a chonje tout kay kote moun yo te konn gen kè kontan nan lavil ki te gen anpil aktivite a.
Over the ground of my people thorn — brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
14 Kay wa a ap rete san pesonn ladan l'. Tout moun pral kouri kite kapital la. Bit mòn Ofèl la ak fò ki t'ap pwoteje l' la pral tounen savann pou tout tan. Se la bourik mawon pral pran plezi yo, se la kabrit ak mouton pral chache manje.
Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses — a pasture of herds;
15 Men, Bondye gen pou l' voye lespri li desann sou nou ankò. Dezè a va tounen yon bon venn tè. Jaden nou yo va bay bèl rekòt.
Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
16 Toupatou nan peyi a, nan dezè a kou nan jaden yo, p'ap gen lenjistis, ni patipri.
And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness in the fruitful field remaineth.
17 Paske tout moun ap fè sa ki dwat, y'a viv ak kè poze, san danje ni malè pou tout tan.
And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a service of the righteousness — Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
18 Pèp Bondye a va rete lakay yo ak kè poze, san danje. Yo p'ap gen pwoblèm.
And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
19 Men lagrèl pral tonbe sou gwo rakbwa a. Yo pral kraze lavil la.
And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in the valley is the city low.
20 Ala kontan n'a kontan jwenn kont dlo nou pou fè jaden! Lè sa a, nou p'ap bezwen mete bèf ak bourik nou yo nan kòd ankò!
Happy [are] ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the foot of the ox and the ass!
