Jeremi 10
1 Men, koute sa Seyè a di sou nou, nou menm moun pèp Izrayèl yo.
Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
2 Li di konsa: -Piga nou swiv lòt nasyon yo. Nou pa bezwen pèdi tèt nou lè nou wè siy nan syèl la. Se moun lòt nasyon yo ki pou pè lè konsa.
Thus, saith Yahweh—Unto the way of the nations, become not ye accustomed, Nor at the signs of the heavens, be ye dismayed, —Because the nations are dismayed at them.
3 Relijyon moun sa yo pa vo anyen. Yo koupe yon pyebwa nan rakbwa, yo fè yon bòs atizan travay li ak sizo.
For as for the prescribed customs of the peoples, vanity, they are, —For a tree out of the forest, one cutteth down, Work for the hands of a skilled workman with the axe:
4 Yo dekore l' ak ajan, ak lò. Yo pran mato ak klou yo kloure l' pou fè l' kanpe pou l' pa tonbe.
With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
5 Bondye sa yo kanpe tankou pikèt nan jaden konkonm. Yo pa ka pale. Se pote pou yo pote yo, paske yo pa ka mache. Nou pa bezwen pè yo, yo pa ka fè anyen ni an byen ni an mal.
Mere palm-trunks turned, they are and cannot speak, They must needs be, carried, for they cannot take a step, Be not afraid of them, for they cannot do harm, And even to do good, is not in their power.
6 Seyè, pa gen tankou ou! Ou gen pouvwa. Yo respekte ou pou sa ou fè.
None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
7 Ou se wa tout nasyon. Ki moun ki pa ta gen krentif pou ou! Nan tout moun lespri ki sou latè, nan tout chèf yo, pa gen tankou ou!
Who would not revere thee, O King of nations? For, thee, doth it beseem; Forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations And throughout all their royal estate, None, there is like unto thee.
8 Yo tout se yon bann egare san konprann. Kisa zidòl bwa yo ka moutre yo pase sa?
But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
9 Ajan an, se nan peyi Tasis li soti an fèy plat. Lò a soti nan peyi Oufaz. Tou sa se travay bòs atizan ak bòs fòjon. Yo pran twal violèt ak twal wouj pou fè rad mete sou zidòl yo. Sa tou, se atizan ki fè yo ak men.
Silver spread into plates, from Tarshish is brought, And gold, from Uphaz, Work for the craftsman and for the hands of the smith, —Blue and purple, is their clothing, Work for the skilled, are they all.
10 Men ou menm Seyè, ou se Bondye tout bon an, Bondye vivan an, Wa ki la pou tout tan an. Lè ou ankòlè, tout latè pran tranble, nasyon yo pa ka sipòte.
But, Yahweh, is God in truth, He, is a God that, liveth, And a King of times age-abiding, —At his anger, quaketh the earth, And nations cannot endure his wrath.
11 Nou menm, moun pèp Izrayèl yo, n'a di moun lòt nasyon yo konsa: Tout bondye sa yo ki pa t' fè syèl la ak latè a pral disparèt sou latè, yo yonn p'ap rete anba syèl la.
Thus, shall ye say unto them, The gods that made not the heavens, And the earth, Shall perish out of the earth, And from under these heavens!
12 Seyè a te fè latè ak fòs pouvwa li. Li kreye dènye bagay ak bon konprann li. Avèk entèlijans li, li louvri syèl la anwo latè.
He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
13 Li pase lòd, epi dlo ki anwo syèl la pran gwonde. Li fè gwo nwaj yo moute soti toupatou. Li fè zèklè yo klere pou fè lapli vini. Li fè van yo soti kote li te sere yo.
At the voice that he uttered, there was a tumult of waters in the heavens, And he caused vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth, —The lightnings for rain, he made, And brought forth wind out of his treasuries.
14 Lè konsa tout moun rete egare, yo pa konprann anyen. Moun k'ap fè zidòl yo wont sa yo fè a, paske bondye yo fè yo se fo bondye yo ye, yo pa gen lavi nan yo.
Every son of earth hath become too brutish to discern, Every goldsmith, hath been put to shame by a graven image, —For a falsehood, is his molten image, Seeing there is no breath in them.
15 Yo pa vo anyen. Yo bon pou pase nan betiz. Y'ap disparèt lè Seyè a ap vin regle ak yo.
Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
16 Men, Bondye Jakòb la pa tankou yo. Se li menm ki fè tout bagay. Li chwazi pèp Izrayèl la pou rele l' pa l'. Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, se konsa yo rele l'.
Not like these, is the portion of Jacob, For the fashioner of all things, is, he, And, Israel, is his inherited sceptre, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
17 Nou menm moun lavil Jerizalèm, lènmi sènen nou toupatou. Ranmase pakèt nou!
Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
18 Men sa Seyè a di nou: Fwa sa a mwen pral mete nou deyò nan peyi a. M'ap bare chemen nou pou nou yonn pa chape.
For, thus, saith Yahweh, Behold me! slinging out the inhabitants of the land at this throw, —And I will distress them that they may discover it.
19 Moun Jerizalèm yo rele: -Ki malè sa a pou nou! Nou pran! Pa gen anyen ki ka sove nou! Nou te kwè se yon malè nou ta ka sipòte.
Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, —But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:
20 Yo ravaje tout tant nou yo. Yo koupe tout kòd ki te kenbe yo. Nou pèdi tout pitit nou yo, yo pote yo ale. Pa gen pesonn pou mete tant nou yo kanpe ankò, pesonn pou moute rido nou yo.
My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, —My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains.
21 Mwen reponn: -Chèf nou yo fin pèdi tèt yo. Yo pa mande Bondye konsèy. Se poutèt sa yo pa t' kapab fè anyen. Yo kite pèp la andebandad.
For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, —For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered.
22 Koute non! Nouvèl la ap kouri vini! Gen yon gwo mouvman nan peyi bò nò a. Lame l' yo pral fè lavil peyi Jida yo tounen mazi, kote bèt nan bwa rete.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, —To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
23 Seyè, mwen konnen pesonn pa mèt tèt yo, pesonn pa ka kontwole kote yo prale.
I know O Yahweh, That not to a son of earth, pertaineth his own path, —Not, to the man who walketh, also to direct his own steps.
24 Korije pèp ou a, Seyè. Men, pa peze l' twòp! Pa fè kòlè sou li, paske w'a fini avè l'.
Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
25 Mete ou ankòlè sou nasyon ki pa konnen ou yo, sou pèp ki p'ap sèvi ou yo. Paske se yo menm k'ap fin touye pitit Jakòb yo. Y'ap touye yo nèt. Yo fin ravaje peyi kote nou rete a.
Pour out thy wrath—Upon the nations that know thee not, and Upon the families that, upon thy Name, have not called, —For they have devoured Jacob Yea they have devoured him and consumed him, And, his habitation, have they made desolate.
