< Malachi 4 >

1 Gade! Jou a ap vini: Pral fè cho anpil tankou nan yon fou. Tout awogan yo ansanm ak tout mechan yo pral boule tankou pay chèch. Se Seyè a menm ki di sa. Wi, jou sa a, y'ap boule nèt san kite tras.
For, lo, the day hath come, burning as a furnace, And all the proud, and every wicked doer, have been stubble, And burnt them hath the day that came, Said Jehovah of Hosts, That there is not left to them root or branch,
2 Men, pou moun k'ap sèvi m' yo, pouvwa mwen ki la pou delivre yo a ap leve tankou yon bèl solèy byen klere. Yo pral sote ponpe tankou jenn ti towo gra ki lage nan savann.
And risen to you, ye who fear My name, Hath the sun of righteousness — and healing in its wings, And ye have gone forth, and have increased as calves of a stall.
3 Nou pral pilonnen mechan yo, yo pral tankou sann dife anba pye nou, jou m'a deside pou m' aji a. Se Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a ki di sa.
And ye have trodden down the wicked, For they are ashes under the soles of your feet, In the day that I am appointing, Said Jehovah of Hosts.
4 Pa bliye sa Moyiz, sèvitè m' lan, te moutre nou, tout lòd ak tout regleman mwen te ba li sou mòn Orèb la pou tout pèp Izrayèl la.
Remember ye the law of Moses My servant, That I did command him in Horeb, For all Israel — statutes and judgments.
5 Jou m' lan pral yon gwo jou, yon jou ki pral fè moun tranble. Men, anvan li rive, mwen gen pou m' voye pwofèt Eli.
Lo, I am sending to you Elijah the prophet, Before the coming of the day of Jehovah, The great and the fearful.
6 Li gen pou l' fè papa byen ankò ak pitit, pitit vin byen ankò ak papa. Si se pa sa, m'ap vini, m'ap detwi peyi nou an nèt ale.
And he hath turned back the heart of fathers to sons, And the heart of sons to their fathers, Before I come and have utterly smitten the land!

< Malachi 4 >