Ezayi 15
1 Pwofesi konsènan Moab la. Anverite nan yon sèl nwit, Ar-Moab fin devaste e detwi nèt. Nan yon sè nwit, Kir-Moab fin devaste e detwi nèt.
The burden of Moab. For in a night, Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing. For in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nothing.
2 Yo fin monte nan tanp lan ak Dibon, menm kote wo plas yo pou kriye. Moab rele anmwey sou Nebo ak Médeba. Razwa fin pase sou tèt tout moun e tout bab fin koupe.
They have gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness is on all of their heads. Every beard is cut off.
3 Nan lari yo, yo fin abiye ak twal sak. Sou twati lakay yo e sou gwo plas yo, tout moun ap rele anmwey e vin fann nèt akoz dlo ki sòti nan zye yo.
In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.
4 Anplis, Hesbon ak Élealé rele anmwey; vwa yo konn tande jis rive Jahats. Akoz sa, tout mesye ak zam yo kriye fò; nanm yo tranble anndan.
Heshbon cries out with Elealeh. Their voice is heard even to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud. Their souls tremble within them.
5 Kè m kriye fò pou Moab! Prens li yo sove ale rive jis Tsoar yo, jis Églath-Schelischija yo. Yo monte pant Luchith la pandan y ap kriye nèt; anverite, menm sou wout pou rive Choronaïm nan, y ap leve yon kri anmwey pou destriksyon yo.
My heart cries out for Moab! Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah; for they go up by the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the way to Horonaim, they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 Paske dlo a Nimrin yo abandone. Anverite, zèb la fennen nèt; menm boujon gazon mouri. Pa gen anyen ki vèt.
For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate; for the grass has withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing.
7 Pou sa, gwo kantite byen ke yo vin genyen pou mete nan depo, yo pote yo ale sou flèv dlo Arabim nan.
Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have stored up, over the brook of the willows.
8 Paske kri anmwey la fin kouri ale antoure peyi Moab la. Plenyen li an rive jis Egalïm, e lamantasyon li an jis Beer-Élim.
For the cry has gone around the borders of Moab, its wailing to Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer Elim.
9 Paske dlo a Dimon yo plen ak san. Anverite Mwen va ogmante mizè sou Dimon, ak yon lyon sou sila yo k ap sove ale Moab, menm ankò sou retay yo nan peyi a.
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on those of Moab who escape, and on the remnant of the land.
