Ezayi 23
1 Pwofesi konsènan Tyr a. Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo! Paske Tyr detwi e li vin rete san kay, ni pò. Rapò a rive kote yo soti nan peyi Chypre.
The prophecy concerning Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For it is laid waste; No house, no entrance is left! From the land of the Chittaeans were the tidings brought to them.
2 Rete san pale, O moun ki rete nan peyi kot yo; komèsan a Sidon yo k ap travèse lanmè a fin ranplase ou.
Be amazed, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast, Which the merchants of Sidon, that pass over the sea, did crowd!
3 Sou anpil dlo sereyal a Nil la, rekòlt a Rivyè a te mwayen lavi li. Se li ki te mache pou nasyon yo.
Upon the wide waters, the corn of the Nile, The harvest of the river, was her revenue; She was the mart of the nations.
4 Rete wont, O Sidon; paske lanmè a pale, sitadèl lanmè a, di: “Mwen pa t gen doulè, ni fè pitit; mwen pa t leve jennonm, ni leve vyèj.”
Be thou ashamed, O Sidon, for the sea hath spoken, The fortress of the sea hath spoken thus: “I have not travailed, nor brought forth children; I have not nourished youths, nor brought up virgins.”
5 Lè rapò a rive an Égypte, y ap twouble anpil akoz rapò Tyr a.
When the tidings shall reach Egypt, They shall be filled with anguish at the tidings concerning Tyre.
6 Janbe rive Tarsis! Rele anmwey, O moun peyi kot yo!
Pass ye over to Tarshish; Howl, ye inhabitants of the sea-coast!
7 Èske sa se gwo vil kè kontan nou an, ki te bati soti antikite yo, pye a sila ki te konn pote li jis byen lwen nan vwaj yo?
Is this your joyous city, Whose antiquity is of ancient days? Now her own feet bear her To sojourn far away.
8 Kilès ki te fè plan sila a kont Tyr, ki te konn bay tout kouwòn yo, komèsan a sila ki te prens yo, machann a sila ki te gen onè sou tout latè yo?
Who hath purposed this against Tyre, The dispenser of crowns, Whose merchants are princes, Whose traders the nobles of the earth?
9 SENYÈ dèzame yo te planifye sa, pou souye ògèy a tout bèlte sa a e imilye tout gran sou latè yo.
Jehovah of hosts hath purposed it, To bring down the pride of all glory, To humble the nobles of the earth.
10 Debòde peyi ou a tankou Rivyè Nil, O fi a Tarsis; nanpwen anyen ki pou anpeche ou ankò.
Go over thy land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish! Now thy bonds are broken.
11 Li fin lonje men l sou lanmè a, Li te fè wayòm yo tranble. SENYÈ a te pase lòd konsènan Canaan pou detwi tout fò ranfòse yo.
He hath stretched out his hand over the sea, He hath made the kingdoms tremble; Jehovah hath given commandment concerning Canaan To destroy her strong holds.
12 Li fin di: “Ou p ap leve tèt ou wo ankò, O vyèj kraze Sidon nan! Leve, travèse Chypre; menm la, ou p ap jwenn repo.”
He hath said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, Thou ravished virgin, daughter of Sidon! Arise, pass over to the Chittaeans; Yet even there shalt thou have no rest.
13 Gade byen, peyi a Kaldeyen yo—sa se pèp ki pa t egziste. Assyrie te dezigne l pou moun dezè—yo te fè leve fò syèj yo, byen wo. Yo te kraze palè li yo, yo te fè l vin yon pil mazi kraze.
Behold the land of the Chaldaeans, Who, not long ago, were not a people, —The Assyrian assigned it to the inhabitants of the wilderness, —They raise their watch-towers; They destroy her palaces; They make her a heap of ruins.
14 Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo, paske sitadèl ranfòse nou yo vin detwi!
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish! For your stronghold is destroyed.
15 Alò, nan jou sa a, Tyr va vin bliye pandan swasann-dizan, tankou jou a yon sèl wa. Nan fen swasann-dizan yo, sa va vin rive Tyr tankou nan chanson a fanm pwostitiye a.
And it shall come to pass in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of one king; But at the end of seventy years It shall be with Tyre as in the song of the harlot:
16 Pran ap ou, mache nan vil la, O fanm pwostitiye ki fin bliye. Rale kòd li yo ak ladrès; chante anpil chan pou yo ka sonje ou.
“Take thy lyre, go about the city, O harlot, long forgotten; Make sweet melody; sing many songs, That thou mayst again be remembered!”
17 Li va vin rive nan fen swasann-dizan yo, ke SENYÈ a va vizite Tyr. Apre, li va retounen jwenn salè pwostitiye li yo e li va fè pwostitiye ak tout wayòm sou tout fas latè yo.
At the end of seventy years shall Jehovah show regard to Tyre, And she shall return to her hire, And play the harlot with all the kingdoms of the world, That are upon the face of the earth.
18 Sa li reyalize ak salè pwostitiye a, li va mete li apa pou SENYÈ a. Li p ap mete li nan depo, ni sere l nan depo, men sa li reyalize a va devni manje ase ak vètman byen chwazi pou sila ki demere nan prezans SENYÈ yo.
But her gain and her hire shall be holy to Jehovah; It shall not be treasured, nor laid up in store; But it shall be for them that dwell before Jehovah, For abundant food, and for splendid clothing.
