Plenn 1
1 Jan lavil Jerizalèm te plen moun yon lè! Gade, jounen jòdi a li chita pou kont li! Li tankou yon fanm ki pèdi mari l'. Tout nasyon sou latè te respekte pouvwa li. Li te devan tout lòt lavil yo. Koulye a, men li tounen esklav!
How is seated alone, the city that abounded with people, hath become as a widow, —She who abounded among the nations was a princess among provinces, hath come under tribute.
2 Tout lannwit l'ap plede kriye, dlo ap koule nan je l' san rete. Nan tout moun ki te renmen l' yo, li pa jwenn yonn menm pou konsole l'. Tout zanmi l' yo trayi l', yo tout fè l' lènmi koulye a.
She, weepeth sore, in the night, and, her tear, is on her cheek, She hath none to comfort her, of all her lovers, —All her friends, have betrayed her, have become her foes.
3 Yo depòte moun peyi Jida yo, y'ap peze yo. Y'ap kraze yo anba travay di. Moun peyi Jida yo ap viv nan lòt peyi. Yo pa gen kote pou yo poze kò yo. Tout moun ki pa vle wè yo sènen yo toupatou! Pa gen chape pou yo.
Carried away captive is Judah—because of oppression, and because of great servitude, She, hath remained among the nations, hath found no place of rest, —All her pursuers, have overtaken her, between straits.
4 Chemen ki mennen sou mòn Siyon yo blanch! Pesonn pa moute al fè sèvis jou fèt yo. Pòtay li yo vid. Prèt yo ap plenn. Tout medam ki konn chante yo nan lafliksyon. Mòn Siyon an nan gwo chagren.
The ways to Zion, are mourning, because none come to her appointed feasts, All her gates, are desolate, her priests, are sighing, —her virgins, are grieved, and, she, it is bitter for her.
5 Lènmi l' yo pran pye sou li. Moun ki pa vle wè l' yo gen lapè avè l'. Seyè a ap fè l' soufri pou tout kantite peche li fè yo. Ata timoun piti yo depòte. Lènmi pouse yo mache devan yo!
Her adversaries have become chief, her foes, are at ease, for, Yahweh, hath grieved her, because of the multitude of her transgressions, —Her children, have gone into captivity, before the adversary.
6 Lavil Jerizalèm pèdi tout prestij li. Chèf li yo tankou kabrit mawon ki pa jwenn zèb pou yo manje. Yo pa gen fòs pou yo kouri chape dèvan moun ki dèyè yo.
Thus hath gone forth from the daughter of Zion, all that adorned her, —Her princes have become like harts that have found no pasture, and have gone strengthless before the pursuer.
7 Nan mizè kote yo ye a, nan pwonmennen toupatou sa a, moun lavil Jerizalèm yo chonje tout bèl bagay yo te gen nan tan lontan. Lè moun li yo tonbe anba men lènmi pesonn pa vin pote yo sekou. Moun ki pa vle wè l' yo ap pale sou li. Yo kontan wè jan yo fini avè l'.
Jerusalem hath remembered in the days of her humiliation and her fleeings—all her precious things, which have existed from the days of old, —Now that her people have been falling into the hand of the adversary, with none to help her, the adversaries have seen her, have mocked over her sabbath-keepings.
8 Lavil Jerizalèm te fè anpil peche! Li bay moun degoutans. Moun ki te konn gen respè pou li yo, koulye a yo pa gade l' menm. Li kanpe tankou yon fanm toutouni devan yo. Li menm, l'ap plenn, l'ap kache figi l' tèlman li wont.
Jerusalem, hath grievously sinned, For this cause, unto exile, hath she been delivered, —All who used to honour her, have despised her, for they have descried her unseemliness, yea, she herself, hath sighed, and turned back.
9 Malpwòpte te sou tout rad li, men li pa t' fè lide kote sa t'ap mennen l'. Li tonbe plat atè. Pesonn pa vin konsole li. Bondye papa m', gade nan ki mizè mwen ye non! Lènmi m' yo mete pye sou kou mwen.
Her impurity, is in her skirts, She hath not remembered her hereafter, Therefore hath she come down wonderfully, none to comfort her, —Behold, O Yahweh, my humiliation, that the foe, hath made himself great.
10 Lènmi l' yo vòlò tout bèl bagay li te genyen. Moun Bondye te defann mete pye nan tanp lan, li wè yo antre ata kote yo mete apa pou Bondye a.
His hand, hath the adversary spread out, over all her precious things, —for she saw that, the nations, entered her sanctuary, as to whom thou didst command they should not enter—in the convocation—unto thee!
11 Tout moun ap plenn, y'ap chache manje pou yo manje! Yo bay tout byen yo pou yo sa jwenn manje, pou yo pa fin mouri. -Granmèt o, voye je ou gade m' non! Wè jan y'ap pase m' nan betiz!
All her people, are sighing, seeking bread, They have given their precious things for food, to bring back life, —Behold, O Yahweh, and discern, that I have become worthless.
12 Nou tout k'ap pase la a, gade non! Sa pa di nou anyen? Pesonn pa janm pase sa m'ap pase la a. Se Bondye, Seyè a, ki ankòlè k'ap manyen avè m'.
Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Look around and see, whether there is pain like my pain, which is severely dealt out to me, —in that Yahweh, hath caused grief, in the day of the glow of his anger?
13 Li rete anwo, li voye dife sou mwen, yon dife ki boule tout anndan mwen. Li tann pèlen pou mwen, li fè m' tonbe atè, Li kite m' pou kont mwen. San rete m'ap kòde anba soufrans.
From on high, sent he fire, among my bones, and laid them prostrate, —He spread out a net for my feet, he made me turn back, he made me desolate, all the day, faint.
14 Li make tout peche m' yo. Li fè yon pakèt ak yo. Li pandye yo nan kou m'. Yo sitèlman lou, m' pa kapab ankò! Bondye sèl Mèt la lage m' nan men lènmi m' yo. M' pa ka kenbe tèt ak yo.
The yoke of my transgressions, hath been bound, by his hand—They have intertwined themselves, have come up on my neck, it hath paralysed my strength, —My Lord, hath delivered me, into the hands of those against whom I cannot rise up.
15 Bondye sèl Mèt la kraze tout vanyan gason m' te genyen yo anba pye l'. Li sanble yon foul moun pou yo atake m', pou yo touye tout jenn gason m' yo. Li kraze moun peyi Jida yo tankou kann nan moulen.
My Lord, hath flouted at all my magnates, in my midst, He hath called against me a host, to crush my young men, —A winepress, hath My Lord trodden, to the virgin, the daughter of Judah.
16 Se poutèt sa m'ap kriye konsa! Dlo ap ponpe nan je m' san rete. Pa gen pesonn pou konsole m', pesonn pou ban m' kouraj. Lènmi m' yo gen pye yo sou kou mwen. Moun mwen yo pa gen anyen ankò.
For these things, am, I, weeping, Mine eye, mine eye, is running down with waters, for, far from me, is any who could comfort, could bring back my life, —My sons are amazed, for strong is the foe.
17 Mòn Siyon an lonje men l', men, pa gen pesonn pou ba l' kouraj. Seyè a rele tout moun ki pa vle wè peyi Jakòb la, pou yo sènen l' toupatou. Lavil Jerizalèm tounen malpwòpte nan mitan yo.
Zion, hath spread forth, her hands, there is none to comfort her, Yahweh, hath given command, respecting Jacob, unto them who surround him—his adversaries, —Jerusalem, hath become as a removed woman, in their midst.
18 Men, Seyè a gen rezon l' nan pla men l' paske mwen te refize koute l' lè li t'ap pale m'! Nou tout moun ki toupatou, koute m'! Gade jan m'ap soufri! Yo depòte jenn gason ak jenn fi m' yo.
Righteous is Yahweh, for, against his bidding, had I rebelled, —Hear, I pray you, all ye peoples, and see my pain, My virgins and my young men, have gone into exile.
19 Mwen rele zanmi m' yo. Men, yo pa okipe m' menm! Prèt yo ak chèf fanmi yo mouri nan lavil la pandan y'ap chache manje pou yo reprann fòs.
I called to my lovers, they, deceived me, My priests and mine elders, in the city, have breathed their last, —for they sought them food, that they might bring back their life.
20 Seyè, gade jan kè m' sere non! Mwen boulvèse. Kè m' ap fè m' mal paske mwen te fè wòklò. Nan lari y'ap ansasinen mwen. Anndan kay menm, se pa pale!
See, O Yahweh, that I am in distress, Mine inward parts, are in ferment, My heart is turned within me, for I have obstinately rebelled, —Without, bereaveth the sword, Within, is like death,
21 Koute jan m'ap plenn. Pa gen pesonn pou ban m' kouraj. Lènmi m' yo vin konnen nan ki malè mwen ye. Yo kontan wè se ou menm ki fè m' sa. Tanpri, fè jou ou te pwomèt la rive non, pou lènmi m' yo ka vin jan mwen ye a.
They have heard—that, sighing am, I, [and am saying] —There is none to comfort me, All my foes, —having heard of my calamity—have rejoiced, because, thou, hast done it, —thou hast brought in the day thou didst proclaim, So let them become like me.
22 Jije yo pou mechanste yo. Pini yo menm jan ou pini m' pou peche m' yo. M'ap plenn anpil. Kè m' ap fann.
Let all their wickedness, come in, before thee, and deal thou severely with them, according as thou hast dealt severely with me, for all my transgressions; for many are my sighs, and, my heart, is sick.
