Ezayi 51
1 Men sa Seyè a di: -Nou tout ki dèyè delivrans, nou tout k'ap chache Seyè a, chonje wòch kote nou soti a, chonje min kote yo wete nou an!
Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, —Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:
2 Chonje Abraram, zansèt nou an, ak Sara, manman ki fè nou an! Lè m' te rele Abraram, li pa t' gen pitit. Mwen beni l', mwen ba li anpil pitit.
Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, —For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.
3 Mwen menm Seyè a, mwen pral gen pitye pou peyi Siyon an, pou tout moun k'ap viv nan kay kraze l' yo. M'ap fè tout dezè li yo tounen bèl jaden, tout savann li yo tounen tankou premye jaden mwen te plante Edenn lan. Se kè kontan, se fèt ase ki va gen la. Y'a chante, y'a fè mizik pou di m' mèsi.
For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh, —Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.
4 Nou menm pèp mwen, koute sa m'ap di nou: Nou menm nasyon yo, pare zòrèy nou: Se mwen menm ki bay lalwa ki la pou rann jistis, pou sa sèvi yon limyè pou tout nasyon yo.
Attend unto me, O my people, And, O, my nation unto me give ear, —For, instruction, from me, shall go forth, And, my justice—for a light of peoples, will I establish:
5 Mwen p'ap mize vin sove nou. Talè konsa m'ap delivre nou. Se mwen menm ki pral gouvènen nasyon yo. Moun ki sou zile yo ap tann mwen vini, y'ap tann mwen vin delivre yo.
At hand is my righteousness. Gone forth hath my salvation, And, mine own arms, unto the peoples, shall give justice, —Upon me, Coastlands, shall wait, And for mine arm, shall they hope.
6 Leve je nou gade syèl la! Voye je gade latè! Syèl la pral disparèt tankou lafimen. Latè pral fini tankou yon vye rad. Moun ki rete sou latè pral mouri tankou mouch. Men, delivrans m'ap ba yo a ap la pou tout tan. Mwen p'ap janm bezwen delivre yo ankò apre sa.
Lift up—to the heavens—your eyes, And look around to the earth beneath Though, the heavens, like smoke, should have vanished And, the earth, like a garment, should fall to pieces, And, her inhabitants, in like manner, should die, Yet, my salvation, unto times age-abiding, shall continue, And, my righteousness, shall not be broken down.
7 Nou menm ki konnen sa ki dwat, koute sa m'ap di nou. Nou menm ki kenbe lòd mwen yo nan kè nou, nou pa bezwen pè lè moun ap trennen nou nan labou, nou pa bezwen tranble lè moun ap joure nou.
Hearken unto me ye who discern righteousness, The people in whose heart is my law, —Do not fear the reproach of frail men, Nor at their revilings, be dismayed;
8 Moun sa yo pral disparèt tankou rad sizo ap devore. Yo pral fini tankou twal ki kanni. Men delivrans m'ap ban nou an ap la pou tout tan. Pitit pitit nou yo p'ap janm nan ka pou m' delivre yo ankò.
For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they be eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.
9 Leve non, Seyè! Leve non! Mete kouraj ou sou ou, Seyè! Leve non, tankou nan tan lontan, jan ou te fè l' sou tan zansèt nou yo! Apa ou menm ki te fann Raab pak an pak? Apa ou menm ki te pèse gwo dragon lanmè a?
Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which—Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?
10 Se ou menm ki te cheche dlo lanmè a. Se ou menm ki te louvri yon chemen nan mitan lanmè a pou moun ou t'ap delivre yo te ka pase.
Art not thou that which dried up—The Sea, The waters of the mighty Deep, —That which made of the abysses of the sea a road for the passing over of the redeemed?
11 Moun Seyè a delivre yo ap tounen lakay yo. Y'ap rive sou mòn Siyon an avèk chante nan bouch yo, ak yon kontantman nan tout figi yo, yon sèl kè kontan ki p'ap janm fini. P'ap gen lapenn, p'ap gen plenyen ankò. Se va kè kontan ak fèt pou tout tan.
Therefore, the ransomed of Yahweh, shall again come unto Zion, with shouts of triumph, With gladness age-abiding on their head, —Joy, and gladness, shall overtake [them]. Sorrow and sighing have fled away.
12 Seyè a di: -Se mwen menm k'ap ban nou kouraj. Poukisa pou nou ta pè moun ki la pou mouri, moun ki gen pou pase tankou zèb nan savann?
I—I, am he that comforteth you, —Who art, thou, that thou hast feared Frail man that dieth, and A son of the earthborn, who, as grass, shall be delivered up?
13 Gen lè ou bliye Seyè ki te fè ou la, li menm ki te louvri syèl la epi ki te poze fondasyon latè a? Poukisa tout lajounen w'ap tranble konsa devan kòlè moun k'ap peze ou yo, moun k'ap chache detwi ou yo? Kisa kòlè moun sa yo ka fè ou?
That thou hast forgotten Yahweh thy maker, Who stretched out the heavens And founded the earth? That thou hast dreaded continually, all the day, by reason of the fury of the oppressor, in that he was ready to destroy? Where then is the fury of the oppressor?
14 Talè konsa, yo pral lage moun ki nan prizon yo. Yo p'ap mouri nan kacho. Y'a jwenn kont manje pou yo manje.
The captive hath hastened to be loosed, —That he might not die in the pit. Neither should, his bread, be cut off.
15 Se mwen menm, Seyè a, ki Bondye ou la. Mwen souke dlo lanmè a, mwen fè lanm lanmè yo gwonde. Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, se konsa yo rele m'!
But, I—Yahweh, am thy God, Who threw into commotion the sea And the waves thereof roared, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
16 Lè m' t'ap louvri syèl la, lè m' t'ap mete fondasyon latè a, mwen te di moun Siyon yo: se pèp mwen nou ye. Mwen te mete pawòl mwen nan bouch nou. Mwen te pwoteje nou ak fòs ponyèt mwen.
Therefore have I put my words in thy mouth, And with the shadow of my hand, have I covered thee, —To plant the heavens, and To lay the foundations of the earth, and To say unto Zion My people, thou art!
17 Leve non, lavil Jerizalèm! Leve non! Souke kò ou. Leve non! Ou fin bwè gode chatiman Bondye te ba ou bwè nan kòlè li a. Ou bwè dènye degout ki te nan gode a jouk li fè tèt ou vire!
Rouse thee—rouse, thee stand up, O Jerusalem, Who hast drunk, at the hand of Yahweh, his cup of indignation: The goblet-cup of confusion, hast thou drunk—hast thou drained.
18 Nanpwen yonn nan tout pitit li fè yo ki la pou moutre l' chemen pou l' pran. Pa gen yonn nan tout pitit li elve yo ki la pou ba l' men.
There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, —There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.
19 De malè tonbe sou ou yonn apre lòt. Ki moun ki ka plenn sò ou? Yo ravaje peyi a, yo fini avè l'. Grangou ak lagè fin touye moun ou yo. Pa gen moun ankò ki pou ba ou kouraj.
Twain, are the things befalling thee, Who will lament for thee? Wasting and destruction and famine and sword By whom shall I comfort thee?
20 Nan tout kwen lari, moun ou yo kouche atè san konesans. Tankou bèt nan bwa, yo pran nan pèlen. Kòlè Seyè a fè yo sou. Bondye pa nan pale mete la.
Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, —Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.
21 Se poutèt sa, nou menm moun lavil Jerizalèm ki nan soufrans, koute pawòl sa yo byen, nou menm ki sou tankou si nou te bwè diven.
Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, thou humbled one, —And drunken but not with wine: —
22 Seyè a, Bondye nou an, pale. Men sa Bondye k'ap pran defans pèp li a di: -Mwen pral wete nan men nou gode mwen te ban nou bwè nan kòlè mwen an. Nou p'ap gen pou nou bwè ankò nan gode k'ap fè nou sou a.
Thus, saith Thy Lord, Yahweh, Even thy God who pleadeth the cause of his people: —Lo! I have taken, out of thy hand, the cup of confusion, —As for the goblet-cup of mine indignation, Thou shalt not again drink it, any more;
23 Se moun ki t'ap maltrete nou yo mwen pral bay li, moun ki t'ap fè nou pase tray yo epi ki t'ap di nou: Kouche kò nou atè pou nou ka pase sou nou. Lè konsa, nou pare do nou ba yo vre atè a, yo mache sou nou, tankou sou granchemen kote moun ap pase!
But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down that we may pass over, —And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.
