Ezayi 25
1 O SENYÈ, Ou se Bondye mwen. Mwen va leve Ou byen wo! Mwen va bay remèsiman a non Ou, paske Ou te fè gwo mèvèy; plan yo ki te fòme depi lontan, avèk tout fidelite ak verite.
O Jehovah, my God [art] Thou, I exalt Thee, I confess Thy name, For Thou hast done a wonderful thing, Counsels of old, stedfastness, O stedfast One.
2 Paske Ou te fè yon gran vil vin tounen yon gwo pil wòch, yon vil byen fòtifye vin detwi nèt. Yon palè pou etranje yo pa yon vil ankò; li p ap janm rebati.
For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from [being] a city, To the age it is not built.
3 Akoz sa, yon pèp byen fò va bay Ou glwa. Gran vil a nasyon ki mechan yo va fè Ou omaj.
Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.
4 Ou te toujou yon abri pou sila ki san sekou yo; yon defans pou malere nan gwo twoub la, yon pwotèj kont tanpèt, lonbraj kont chalè. Paske souf a mechan yo se tankou gwo tanpèt lapli kont yon miray.
For Thou hast been a stronghold for the poor, A stronghold for the needy in his distress, A refuge from storm, a shadow from heat, When the spirit of the terrible [is] as a storm — a wall.
5 Tankou chalè nan gwo sechrès, Ou fè bese zen a etranje yo; tankou chalè toupre lonbraj a yon nwaj, chanson a malveyan an vin bese ba.
As heat in a dry place, The noise of strangers Thou humblest, Heat with the shadow of a thick cloud, The singing of the terrible is humbled.
6 SENYÈ dèzame yo va prepare yon gwo bankè pou tout pèp sou mòn sa a; yon bankè diven rasi, mòso chwazi ak mwèl zo, diven byen rafine.
And made hath Jehovah of Hosts, For all the peoples in this mount, A banquet of fat things, a banquet of preserved things, Fat things full of marrow, preserved things refined.
7 Sou mòn sa a, Li va vale nèt kouvèti pwotèj ki sou tout pèp yo, menm vwal la ki tann sou tout nasyon yo.
And swallowed up hath He in this mountain The face of the wrapping that is wrapped over all the peoples, And of the covering that is spread over all the nations.
8 Li te vale lanmò jis pou tout tan! Senyè BONDYE a va siye tout dlo nan zye a tout moun e li va retire repwòch a pèp Li a sou tout latè. Paske SENYÈ a te pale.
He hath swallowed up death in victory, And wiped hath the Lord Jehovah, The tear from off all faces, And the reproach of His people He turneth aside from off all the earth, For Jehovah hath spoken.
9 Konsa, li va pale nan jou sa a, “Gade byen, sa se Bondye nou an! Sila nou te tann pou L te ka sove nou an! Sa se SENYÈ a! Sila nou t ap tann nan! Annou rejwi e fè kè kontan nan sali Li a!”
And [one] hath said in that day, 'Lo, this [is] our God, We waited for Him, and He saveth us, This [is] Jehovah, we have waited for Him, We joy and rejoice in His salvation.'
10 Paske men SENYÈ a va rete sou mòn sa a. Epi Moab va foule kote li ye, tankou pay fin foule nan dlo a yon pil fimye.
For rest doth the hand of Jehovah on this mountain, And trodden down is Moab under Him, As trodden down is straw on a dunghill.
11 L ap ouvri men l byen gran nan mitan li kon yon moun k ap naje ta lonje men l yo pou naje; men SENYÈ a va desann ògèy li ansanm ak manèv koken a men li yo.
And he spread out his hands in its midst, As spread out doth the swimmer to swim; And He hath humbled his excellency With the machinations of his hands.
12 L ap desann ranfòsman fò ki pa t ka menm pwoche la, li va anile yo, bese yo e jete yo atè, jis rive nan pousyè.
And the fortress of the high place of thy walls He hath bowed down — He hath made low, He hath caused [it] to come to the earth, — unto dust.
