Ezekyèl 19
1 “Pou nou menm, komanse fè gwo lamantasyon pou prens Israël yo,
And thou, lift up a lamentation unto princes of Israel,
2 Epi di: ‘Kisa manman ou te ye? Yon manman lyon pami lyon yo! Li te kouche pami jenn ti lyon yo; pami jenn lyon yo, li te leve pitit li yo.
and thou hast said: What [is] thy mother? — a lioness, Among lions she hath crouched down, In the midst of young lions she hath multiplied her whelps.
3 Lè l te fin leve youn nan pitit li yo, pitit la te devni yon lyon. Li te vin aprann jan pou li dechire bèt pou li manje; li te devore moun.
And she bringeth up one of her whelps, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
4 Alò, nasyon yo te tande de li; li te vin kaptire nan twou fòs pa yo, e yo te mennen li ak kwòk, rive nan peyi Égypte.
And hear of it do nations, In their pit it hath been caught, And they bring it in with chains unto the land of Egypt.
5 “‘Lè manman lyon an te wè ke li te tann, men ke espwa li te vin pèdi, li te pran yon lòt nan pitit li yo, e te fè l vin yon jenn ti lyon.
And she seeth, that stayed — perished hath her hope, And she taketh one of her whelps, A young lion she hath made it.
6 Konsa, li te mache toupatou pami lyon yo. Li te devni yon jenn ti lyon. Li te aprann jan pou kenbe viktim li. Li te devore moun.
And it goeth up and down in the midst of lions, A young lion it hath been, And it learneth to tear prey, man it hath devoured.
7 Li te konnen gran palè yo, e li te devaste vil yo. Peyi a ak tout bèlte li te vin gate nèt, akoz son a gwonde li.
And it knoweth his forsaken habitations, And their cities it hath laid waste, And desolate is the land and its fulness, Because of the voice of his roaring.
8 Nasyon yo te atake li tout kote soti nan pwovens yo. Yo te ouvri filè yo sou li. Li te vin kaptire nan twou fòs yo.
And set against it do nations Round about from the provinces. And they spread out for it their net, In their pit it hath been caught.
9 Yo te mete li nan yon kalòj ak kwòk, e te mennen li kote wa Babylone nan. Yo te mennen li andedan fò yo pou vwa l pa tande menm ankò sou mòn Israël yo.
And they put it in prison — in chains, And they bring it unto the king of Babylon, They bring it in unto bulwarks, So that its voice is not heard any more On mountains of Israel.
10 “‘Manman ou te tankou yon lyann nan san ou an. Li te plante bò kote dlo. Li te plen fwi ak anpil branch, akoz dlo an abondans.
Thy mother [is] as a vine in thy blood by waters planted, Fruitful and full of boughs it hath been, Because of many waters.
11 Li te gen branch ki dyanm, ki ta ka sèvi pou baton wa yo. Wotè li te leve pi wo nwaj yo pou moun ta ka wè l nan tout wotè li ak tout branch li yo.
And it hath strong rods for sceptres of rulers, And high is its stature above thick branches, And it appeareth in its height In the multitude of its thin shoots.
12 Men li te vin rache ak kòlè. Li te jete atè nèt, epi van nan lès te seche fwi li yo. Gwo branch dyanm li yo te vin rache. Yo te fennen. Dife te manje yo nèt.
And it is plucked up in fury, To the earth it hath been cast, And the east wind hath dried up its fruit, Broken and withered hath been the rod of its strength, Fire hath consumed it.
13 Epi koulye a, li vin plante nan dezè a, nan yon peyi ki sèch e ki swaf.
And now — it is planted in a wilderness, In a land dry and thirsty.
14 Dife a fin gaye nan tout branch li yo. Li te konsonmen boujon ak fwi li yo, jiskaske pa t gen ladann yon branch ki dyanm, pou fè baton pou wa a.’ Sa se yon lamantasyon. Konsa, li va sèvi kon yon lamantasyon.”
And go forth doth fire from a rod of its boughs, Its fruit it hath devoured, And it hath no rod of strength — a sceptre to rule, Lamentation it [is] — and it is for a lamentation!'
