Oze 7
1 Lè M ta geri blesi Israël, inikite a Éphraïm nan vin dekouvri, ak mechanste a Samarie a tou; paske yo aji nan manti. Vòlè a antre, bandi yo atake pa deyò.
When I would have brought healing to Israel, then was disclosed the iniquity of Ephraim, and the wicked doings of Samaria, for they have wrought falsehood, —when, a thief, would enter, a band roamed about, outside,
2 Yo pa menm reflechi nan kè yo ke Mwen Sonje tout mechanste yo. Alò, zak yo ap antoure yo; yo devan figi Mwen.
And they say not to their own hearts, that, all their wickedness, I remember, now, have their doings, beset them about, right before my face, have they been done.
3 Ak mechanste yo, yo fè kè wa a kontan, epi prens yo, ak manti yo.
By their wickedness, they gladden a king, and, by their flatteries, —rulers.
4 Yo tout se adiltè; yo tankou yon fou la ke bos boulanje sispann chofe, depi nan lè l ap petri Pat farin nan, jis rive lè pan an fin leve.
They all, are adulterers, like an oven too hot for the baker, —who leaveth off stoking, after kneading the dough, till the whole be leavened.
5 Nan jou a wa nou an, prens yo te fè tèt yo malad ak chalè diven an. Li te lonje men li ak mokè yo.
In the day of our king, the rulers, have made themselves ill, with the heat of wine, —he hath extended his hand with scoffers.
6 Paske kè yo vin tankou yon fou pandan y ap kouche tan moun. Fachez yo fè gwo touf lafimen tout lannwit. Nan maten, li brile tankou yon gwo flanm dife.
For they have made ready, like an oven, their heart, by their lying in wait, —all the night, their baker sleepeth, in the morning, he, kindleth up as it were a blazing fire.
7 Yo tout cho tankou yon fou. Yo manje jij yo. Tout wa yo fin tonbe. Nanpwen youn pami yo ki rele M.
They all, become hot as an oven, and devour their judges, —all their kings, have fallen, there hath been none among them crying unto me.
8 Éphraïm mele li menm ak nasyon yo. Éphraïm se yon gato ki pa t vire.
As for Ephraim! with the peoples, hath he been mingling himself, —Ephraim, is a cake not turned.
9 Etranje yo devore fòs li, men li pa wè sa a. Anplis, cheve blanch yo la sou li, men li pa konnen.
Foreigners have, eaten up, his strength, and, he, knoweth it not, —even gray hairs, are sprinkled upon him, and, he, knoweth it not.
10 Malgre sa ògèy Israël la fè temwaye kont li, men yo pa retounen kote SENYÈ a, Bondye yo a. Ni yo pa chache Li, malgre tout sa.
Therefore doth the Excellency of Israel, answer, to his face; yet have they not returned unto Yahweh their God, nor have they sought him, in spite of all this!
11 Konsa, Éphraïm te vin tankou yon toutrèl egare, san bon sans. Yo rele vè Egypte. Yo ale Assyrie.
So then, Ephraim, hath become, like a simple dove, having no understanding, on Egypt, have they called, to Assyria, have they gone,
12 Lè yo ale, Mwen va ouvri pèlen Mwen sou yo. Mwen va desann yo tankou zwazo syèl yo. Mwen va bay yo chatiman, jan kongregasyon yo a te tande a.
Whithersoever they go, I will spread over them my net, like a bird of the heavens, will I bring them down, I will chastise them, by the time the report can reach the flock of them.
13 Malè a yo menm! Paske yo te gaye kite Mwen! Destriksyon pou yo menm, paske yo te fè rebèl kont Mwen! Mwen ta rachte yo, men yo fè manti kont Mwen.
Woe to them! for they have taken flight from me, destruction to them! for they have transgressed against me, —when, I, would have ransomed them, then, they, spake—concerning me—falsehoods.
14 Yo pa t kriye a Mwen menm avèk kè yo, men yo rele fò sou kabann yo. Yo rasanble tèt yo pou sereyal ak diven nèf. Men yo vire kite Mwen.
Neither made they outcry unto me, in their heart, although they kept on howling upon their beds, over corn and new wine, they gathered themselves together, they rebelled against me.
15 Malgre se Mwen ki enstwi ponyèt yo pou yo ta vin fò, malgre sa, yo fè konplo pou mal kont Mwen.
When, I, had warned them, I strengthened their arm, —yet, against me, kept they on devising wickedness.
16 Yo vire, men pa a Sila ki anwo a. Yo tankou yon banza k ap twonpe moun. Prens yo va tonbe devan nepe akoz ensolans a lang yo. Sa va fèt pou yo ka vin pase nan rizib nan peyi Egypte.
They would return—not to him who is on high! They have become like a deceitful bow, their rulers, shall fall by the sword, for the rage of their tongue, this, [shall be] their derision in the land of Egypt.
