Jòb 32
1 Jòb te sitèlman sèten li te inonsan, twa mesye yo kite sa, yo pa chache reponn li ankò.
And these three men cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes,
2 Men, Eliyou ki te kanpe la fè yon sèl kòlè. Eliyou sa a, se pitit Barakèl, moun fanmi Bouz, nan branch fanmi Ranm lan. Li fè yon sèl kòlè sou Jòb, paske Jòb t'ap bay tèt li rezon, li t'ap bay Bondye tò.
and the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite burns, of the family of Ram; his anger has burned against Job, because of his justifying himself more than God;
3 Li te ankòlè sou twa zanmi Jòb yo tou. Yo pa t' jwenn anyen pou yo reponn Jòb. Konsa, yo menm tou, se Bondye yo te bay tout tò a.
and his anger has burned against his three friends, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.
4 Antan yo twa a t'ap pale, Eliyou te rete la san di anyen, paske yo te pi gran pase l'.
And Elihu has waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.
5 Lè li wè mesye yo pa t' jwenn anyen ankò pou reponn Jòb, li fè yon sèl kòlè.
And Elihu sees that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burns.
6 Li pran lapawòl, li di konsa: -Mwen menm, se jenn gason mwen ye. Nou menm, se granmoun nou ye. Se poutèt sa mwen te yon ti jan wont. Mwen te pè antre nan koze a.
And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answers and says: “I [am] young in days, and you [are] aged; Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of showing you my opinion.
7 Mwen t'ap di nan kè m': Kite granmoun pale! Kite sa ki gen laj sou tèt yo mete bon konprann yo deyò.
I said, Days speak, And a multitude of years teach wisdom.
8 Men, pou di vre, se lespri Bondye ki gen tout pouvwa a sèl ki pou antre nan tèt yon moun pou ba li bon konprann!
Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Causes them to understand.
9 Se pa laj ki bay moun bon konprann. Se pa cheve blan ki fè moun konnen sa ki dwat.
The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment.
10 Koulye a, mwen ta renmen nou koute m'. Kite m' di nou sa m' konnen sou koze a.
Therefore I have said: Listen to me, I show my opinion—even I.
11 Mwen tande byen tande tou sa nou di. Mwen te louvri zòrèy mwen gran louvri pou m' pa manke anyen nan pawòl nou yo, pandan n'ap chache mo pou nou di.
Behold, I have waited for your words, I give ear to your reasons, Until you search out sayings.
12 Mwen t'ap swiv sa n'ap di. Men, yonn nan nou pa rive fè Jòb fèmen bouch li. Nou yonn pa rive demanti msye.
And to you I attend, And behold, there is no reasoner for Job, [Or] answerer of his sayings among you.
13 Pa vin di m' nou konprann koulye a se Bondye ki pou reponn. Lèzòm pa kapab.
Lest you say, We have found wisdom, God thrusts him away, not man.
14 Se avè nou Jòb t'ap pale. Se pa avè m'. Konsa, mwen pral reponn msye yon lòt jan.
And he has not set words in array for me, And I do not answer him with your sayings.
15 Jòb, ou wè mesye yo pa konn sa pou yo di ou. Yo pa jwenn anyen pou reponn ou ankò.
(They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed words from themselves.
16 Mwen t'ap tann yo. Men, koulye a yo fèmen bouch yo. Yo sispann pale, yo pa reponn ou.
And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered anymore.)
17 Atòkile, se mwen ki pral pale, mwen pral di ou sa m' konnen nan koze a.
I answer, even I—my share, I show my opinion—even I.
18 Mwen plen pawòl nan bouch mwen. Si m' pa pale m'a toufe.
For I have been full of words, The spirit of my breast has distressed me,
19 Pawòl ki nan tèt mwen, ou ta di yon diven k'ap fèmante. Li prèt pou pete veso kote l' ye a.
Behold, my breast [is] as wine not opened, It is broken up like new bottles.
20 Se pou m' pale pou m' ka soulaje konsyans mwen. Se pou m' louvri bouch mwen reponn ou.
I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.
21 Mwen p'ap pran defans pyès moun. Mwen pa pral achte figi nou yonn la a.
Please do not let me accept the face of any, Nor give flattering titles to man,
22 Mwen pa konn flate moun. Lèfini, si m' ta fè sa, Bondye ki kreye m' lan ta disparèt mwen lapoula.
For I have not known to give flattering titles, My Maker takes me away in a little.”
