< Oze 10 >
1 Israël se yon pye rezen byen fètil; li pwodwi fwi pou pwòp tèt li. Selon kantite fwi li te genyen, li te miltipliye lotèl li yo. Selon bonte a peyi yo a, yo te fè pilye sakre.
'An empty vine [is] Israel, Fruit he maketh like to himself, According to the abundance of his fruit, He hath multiplied for the altars, According to the goodness of his land, They have made goodly standing-pillars.
2 Kè yo vin divize. Koulye a, yo gen pou pote pwòp koupabilite yo. SENYÈ a va kraze lotèl yo. Li va detwi pilye sakre yo.
Their heart hath been divided, now they are guilty, He doth break down their altars, He doth destroy their standing-pillars.
3 Anverite, koulye a yo va di: “Nou pa gen wa, paske nou pa krent SENYÈ a. Epi wa a, se kisa li ka fè pou nou?”
For now they say: We have no king, Because we have not feared Jehovah, And the king — what doth he for us?
4 Se sèlman pawòl ke yo pale, ak fo sèman pou fè akò. Donk jijman yo pete leve tankou zèb k ap anpwazone nan tras chan yo.
They have spoken words, To swear falsehood in making a covenant, And flourished as a poisonous herb hath judgment, on the furrows of a field.
5 Pèp Samarie yo va gen lakrent akoz jenn bèf Beth-Aven nan. Anverite, pèp li a va fè lamantasyon pou li, ak prèt zidòl yo k ap kriye pou li, pou glwa li, akoz sa fin ale kite li nèt.
For the calves of Beth-Aven fear do inhabitants of Samaria, Surely mourned on account of it hath its people, And its priests on account of it leap about, Because of its honour, for it hath removed from it,
6 Sa va pote ale osi an Assyrie pou fè omaj a Wa Jareb. Éphraïm va resevwa lawont, e Israël va vin wont de pwòp konsèy li.
Also it to Asshur is carried, a present to a warlike king, Shame doth Ephraim receive, And ashamed is Israel of its own counsel.
7 Pou Samarie, wa li a va vin peri tankou ti bout bwa Ki parèt sou fas dlo.
Cut off is Samaria! Its king [is] as a chip on the face of the waters.
8 Anplis, wo plas Aven yo, peche Israël la, va vin detwi. Pikan ak raje va grandi sou lotèl yo. Yo va di a mòn yo: “Kouvri nou!” E a kolin yo: “Vin tonbe sou nou.”
And destroyed have been high places of Aven, the sin of Israel. Thorn and bramble go up on their altars, And they have said to hills, Cover us, And to heights, Fall upon us.
9 O Israël! Depi nan jou a Guibea yo, ou te peche. Se la yo te kanpe! Ni batay kont fis inikite yo pa t kite yo nan Guibea.
From the days of Gibeah thou hast sinned, O Israel, There they have stood, Not overtake them in Gibeah doth battle, Because of sons of perverseness.
10 Lè se volonte Mwen, Mwen va bay yo chatiman. Konsa, pèp yo va vin rasanble kont yo lè yo mare nèt nan koupabilite doub yo.
When I desire, then I do bind them, And gathered against them have peoples, When they bind themselves to their two iniquities.
11 Éphraïm se yon gazèl bèf byen antrene ki renmen foule grenn nan, men Mwen va pase jouk la sou bèl kou li a. Mwen va mete yon kavalye sou Éphraïm. Juda va raboure. Jacob va repase pou kraze bol tè a.
And Ephraim [is] a trained heifer — loving to thresh, And I — I have passed over on the goodness of its neck, I cause [one] to ride Ephraim, Plough doth Judah, harrow for him doth Jacob.
12 Simen a nou menm anvè ladwati, rekòlte selon ladousè. Fann tè ki poze ou a; se lè pou chache SENYÈ a jis lè Li vin vide ladwati sou nou.
Sow for yourselves in righteousness, Reap according to loving-kindness, Till for yourselves tillage of knowledge, To seek Jehovah, Till he come and shew righteousness to you.
13 Nou te raboure mechanste; nou te rekòlte lenjistis. Nou te manje fwi manti a, akoz nou te mete konfyans nou nan chemen nou, nan fòs kantite gèrye pisan nou yo.
Ye have ploughed wickedness, Perversity ye have reaped, Ye have eaten the fruit of lying, For thou hast trusted in thy way, In the abundance of thy might.
14 Akoz sa, yon gran gè va leve pami pèp nou an e tout fòterès nou yo va detwi, tankou Schalman te detwi Beth-Arbel nan jou batay la, lè manman an te kraze an mòso ak pitit li yo.
And rise doth a tumult among thy people, And all thy fortresses are spoiled, As the spoiling of Shalman of Beth-Arbel, In a day of battle, Mother against sons dashed in pieces.
15 Konsa li va ye pou nou menm nan Bétel akoz gwo Mechanste nou yo. Bonè nan maten, wa Israël la va vin detwi nèt.
Thus hath Beth-El done to you, Because of the evil of your wickedness, In the dawn cut off utterly is a king of Israel!