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 Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed 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 silent, ye inhabitants of the isle, Trader of Zidon, passing the sea, they filled thee.
3 Sou anpil dlo sereyal a Nil la, rekòlt a Rivyè a te mwayen lavi li. Se li ki te mache pou nasyon yo.
And in many waters [is] the seed of Sihor, The harvest of the brook [is] her increase, And she is a mart of 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 ashamed, O Zidon; for the sea spake, The strength of the sea, saying: 'I have not been pained, nor have I brought forth, Nor have I nourished young men, [nor] brought up virgins.'
5 Lè rapò a rive an Égypte, y ap twouble anpil akoz rapò Tyr a.
As [at] the report of Egypt they are pained, So [at] the report of Tyre.
6 Janbe rive Tarsis! Rele anmwey, O moun peyi kot yo!
Pass over to Tarshish, howl, ye inhabitants of the isle,
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 exulting one? From the days of old [is] her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
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 counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders [are] princes, Her merchants the honoured of 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 counselled it, To pollute the excellency of all beauty, To make light all the honoured of earth.
10 Debòde peyi ou a tankou Rivyè Nil, O fi a Tarsis; nanpwen anyen ki pou anpeche ou ankò.
Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
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.
His hand He hath stretched out over the sea, He hath caused kingdoms to tremble, Jehovah hath charged concerning the merchant one, To destroy her strong places.
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.”
And He saith, 'Thou dost not add any more to exult, O oppressed one, virgin daughter of Zidon, To Chittim arise, pass over, Even there — there is no rest for thee.'
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.
Lo, the land of the Chaldeans — this people was not, Asshur founded it for the Ziim, They raised its watch-towers, They lifted up her palaces, — He hath appointed her for a ruin!
14 Rele anmwey, O bato a Tarsis yo, paske sitadèl ranfòse nou yo vin detwi!
Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For your strength hath been 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 hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as 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 a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest 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.
And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
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.
And her merchandise and her gift have been holy to Jehovah, Not treasured up nor stored, For to those sitting before Jehovah is her merchandise, To eat to satiety, and for a lasting covering!
