Ezayi 17

1 Pwofesi sou Damas. “Gade byen, Damas prèt pou retire nèt kon vil. Li va tonbe nèt an yon gwo pil mazi.

The oracle on Damascus, —Lo! Damascus, is to be removed from being a city, And shall become a heap of ruins:

2 Vil Aroër yo ap abandone nèt. Y ap sèvi kon plas pou twoupo yo kouche. P ap gen pèsòn pou fè yo pè.

Forsaken, are the desolate cities, —For flocks, shall they serve, Which shall lie down and have none to make them afraid.

3 Vil fòtifye a va disparèt nan Éphraïm e wa Damas la ak retay Syrie. Yo va tankou laglwa a fis Israël yo,” deklare SENYÈ dèzame yo.

Then shall the fortress cease from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus and the remnant of Syria, —Like the glory of the sons of Israel, shall they be, —Declareth Yahweh of hosts.

4 Alò, nan jou sa a, glwa Jacob la va febli nèt, e grès chè li va vin megri.

And it shall come to pass in that day, That the glory of Jacob, shall be diminished, And, the fatness of his flesh, shall be wasted;

5 Li va tankou lè mwasonè sereyal la ap ranmase; lè bra li ap rekòlte tèt sereyal yo. Wi, tankou yon moun k ap ranmase tèt sereyal nan vale Rephaïm yo.

And it shall come to pass—That, as the harvestman gathereth standing corn, And with his arm—the ears, he reapeth, Yea it shall come to pass—That, so, shall he be who gleaneth ears, in the vale of Rephaim;

6 Sepandan, kèk nan mwason an va rete tankou lè yo rekòlte bwa doliv. Y ap jwenn de oswa twa grenn sou branch piwo a, kat oswa senk nan bwa ki donnen pi byen yo, deklare SENYÈ a, Bondye Israël la.

Yet shall there be left therein, a gleaning. As in the beating of an olive-tree, —Two-three berries in the head of the tree-top, —Four—five, among her fruitful boughs, Declareth Yahweh God of Israel.

7 Nan jou sa a, lòm va gen respè pou Kreyatè li a e zye li va gade vè Sila Ki Sen An Israël la.

In that day, shall the son of earth look to him that made him, —And his eyes unto the Holy One of Israel, be turned;

8 Yo p ap gade vè lotèl yo, zèv a men li yo, ni yo p ap okipe sa ke dwèt yo te fè; ni Asherim yo ni lanp lansan yo.

And he shall not look unto the altars the work of his own hands, —Nor to what his own fingers have made, shall his eye be turned, Whether Sacred Stems or Sun-pillars.

9 Nan jou sa a, vil ranfòse yo va tankou kote abandone nan forè a; tankou branch ke yo te abandone devan fis Israël yo. Konsa, tè a va dezole.

In that day, shall his fortified cities become Like a neglected bough and a topmost branch, Which they neglected because of the sons of Israel, —So shall there be desolation.

10 Paske nou te bliye Bondye a sali nou an, ni nou pa t sonje wòch ki se sekou nou an. Pou sa, nou plante bèl plant e plase yo pami boujon chan a dye etranje yo.

Because thou didst forget the God of thy salvation, And thy Rock of refuge, thou didst not remember, For this cause, shalt thou plant very pleasant plants, And, the slip of a stranger, shalt thou set:

11 Nan jou ke nou plante l la, nou fè bèl kloti pou li. Nan maten, nou fè jèm nan rive fè flè; men rekòlt la ap sove ale nan jou gwo maladi, nan jou doulè san rete a.

In the day when thou plantest, fence thou in, And in the morning, cause thou, thy slip, to blossom, —A harvest will have waved in the day of destiny, and mortal pain.

12 Sepandan, gwo zen a anpil nasyon ki gwonde tankou anpil dlo yo, e ki fè bri a anpil nasyon k ap kouri desann tankou gwo dlo pwisan!

Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, —And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush.

13 Nasyon yo fè gwo bri desann tankou gwonde a anpil dlo, men Li va repwoche yo e yo va kouri rive byen lwen, yo va chase tankou pay sou mòn devan van, oswa toubiyon van an fè avan gwo tanpèt.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, —And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

14 Nan aswè, gade, gwo laperèz! Avan maten, yo disparèt nèt. Se konsa pòsyon a sila k ap ranmase byen nou yo e tiraj osò a sila ki piyaje nou yo.

At eventide, lo! terror, Before morning, he is not! This, is the portion of them who plunder us, And the lot of them who make of us a prey.