Ezayi 40
1 “Konsole, O konsole pèp Mwen an,” pale Bondye ou an.
Comfort ye—comfort ye my people, —Saith your God.
2 “Pale ak dousè ak Jérusalem. Rele a li menm, ke konfli li fini an, ke inikite li retire a, ke li te resevwa nan men SENYÈ a doub pou tout peche li yo.”
Speak ye unto the heart of Jerusalem, And cry unto her, —That accomplished is her warfare, That accepted is her punishment, —That she hath received, at the hand of Yahweh, According to the full measure of all her sins.
3 Yon vwa k ap rele fò, “Debleye chemen an pou SENYÈ a nan dezè a! Fè vin swa nan dezè a yon gran chemen pou Bondye nou an.
A voice of one crying!—In the desert, prepare ye the way of Yahweh, —Make smooth in the waste plain a highway for our God:
4 Kite tout vale yo vin leve wo, e tout mòn ak kolin yo vin ba. Kite move teren an vin pla, e teren difisil yo vin yon vale ki swa.
Let, every valley, be exalted, And every mountain and hill, be made low, —And, the steep ground become, level, And, the chain of hills—a plain:
5 Glwa a SENYÈ a va vin parèt, e tout chè va wè sa ansanm; paske bouch a SENYÈ a fin pale.”
Then shall be revealed the glory of Yahweh, —And all flesh shall see it together, For, the mouth of Yahweh, hath spoken!
6 Yon vwa pale: “Rele fò.” Yon lòt reponn: “Kisa pou m rele?” “Tout chè se zèb, e tout bèlte li se tankou flè nan chan.
A voice saying Cry! And one said—What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:
7 Zèb la fennen, flè a pèdi koulè l, depi souf SENYÈ a soufle sou li. Anverite, pèp la se zèb.
The grass hath withered The flower hath faded, Because, the breath of Yahweh, hath blown upon it! Surely the people is grass!
8 Zèb la fennen, flè a pèdi koulè l, men pawòl Bondye nou an kanpe jis pou tout tan.”
The grass, hath withered, The flower, hath faded, —But the word of our God, shall stand unto times age-abiding!
9 Mete ou menm sou yon mòn ki wo, O Sion, ki pote bòn nouvèl. Leve vwa ou wo ak gwo pouvwa, O Jérusalem, ki pote bòn nouvèl la! Leve wo! Pa pè anyen! Di a vil Juda yo: Men Bondye nou an!
To a high mountain, get ye up, O herald—band of Zion, Lift high with strength your voice, O herald—band of Jerusalem, —Lift it high, do not fear, Say to the cities of Judah—Lo! your God!
10 Gade byen, Senyè BONDYE a, va vini ak pwisans. Se bra L k ap kòmande pou Li. Gade byen salè Li avè L, e rekonpans li devan L.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, as a mighty one, doth come, And, his own arm, is about to rule for him, —Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him;
11 Tankou yon bèje, Li va pran swen bann mouton Li. Nan bra Li, Li va ranmase jenn mouton yo, e pote yo sou lestonmak Li. Ak dousè, Li va mennen manma a ak ti mouton piti yo.
Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry [them], —Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.
12 Se kilès ki te mezire dlo nan pla men L? Kilès ki te etabli mezi syèl yo ak yon men louvri; ki te fè kalkil pousyè latè pa mezi, ki te peze mòn yo nan gwo balans, e ki te peze kolin yo ak ti balans piti a?
Who hath measured, with the hollow of his hand, the waters. Or the heavens with a span, hath meted out, Or hath comprehended, in a measure, the dust of the earth, Or weighed, in scales, the mountains, Or the hills, in a balance?
13 Se kilès ki te dirije Lespri SENYÈ a, oswa kòn enstwi Li pou l konseye L?
Who hath proved the spirit of Yahweh? Or being his counsellor hath been giving him knowledge?
14 Ak kilès Li te konsilte, e se kilès ki te bay Li bon konprann? Epi kilès ki te montre Li chemen lajistis la, ki te enstwi Li nan konesans, e ki te fè L konnen chemen an pou L byen konprann?
With whom hath he taken counsel—And he hath given him intelligence, And instructed him in the path of justice, —And taught him knowledge, And in the way of intelligence, hath been giving him understanding?
15 Gade byen, nasyon yo se tankou yon gout dlo nan yon bokit; yo parèt tankou yon grenn pousyè sou balans la. Gade byen, li leve fè monte lil yo konsi se yon ti kras pousyè.
Lo! nations, Are us a drop on a bucket, And as fine dust on a balance, are accounted, —Lo! islands, like an atom, can he hoist;
16 Menm Liban pa kont pou brile, ni bèt li yo pa kont pou fè ofrann brile.
And, Lebanon, is not sufficient to burn, —Nor, the beasts thereof sufficient for an ascending-sacrifice!
17 Tout nasyon yo se konsi yo pa anyen devan L, Li gade yo tankou mwens ke anyen, kon vanite.
All nations, are as nothing before him, —A thing of nought or a waste, are they accounted unto him?
18 A kilès, alò, nou ta konpare Bondye? Oswa avèk ki imaj nou ta fè L sanble?
Unto whom then can ye liken GOD? Or, what likeness, can ye compare unto him?
19 Pou Zidòl la, se yon ouvriye ki fòme l, ak òfèv ki kouvri l ak lò e fè chenn li an ajan,
The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, —And, chains of silver, he worketh.
20 Sila ki twò pòv pou fè ofrann sa a, pran yon pyebwa ki pa konn pouri; li chache jwenn yon mèt atizan pou prepare yon zidòl ki p ap deplase.
The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, —A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,
21 Èske nou pa konnen? Èske nou pa konn tande? Èske sa pa t deklare a nou menm depi nan kòmansman? Èske nou pa t konprann sa depi nan fondasyon latè yo?
Have ye never taken note? Have ye never heard? Hath it not from the beginning, been told you? Have ye not been led to discern, from the foundations of the earth?
22 Se Li menm ki chita anwo wonn tè a ki veye nou ki rete ladann tankou krikèt volan; ki lonje ouvri syèl yo tankou yon rido e fè yo deplwaye tankou yon tant pou moun viv ladann.
It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, —Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
23 Se Li menm ki redwi gwo chèf yo pou yo pa anyen, ki fè jij latè yo vin san sans.
Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, —Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:
24 Apèn yo fin plante, apèn yo fin simen, apèn stòk yo fin pran rasin nan tè a, Li sèlman soufle sou yo, e yo fennen poutanpèt la pote yo ale tankou pay.
Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they had been chaff, carrieth them away.
25 “Alò, ak kilès ou va konpare Mwen, pou M ta kapab vin egal avè l?” pale Sila Ki Sen an.
Unto whom then, can ye liken me, or can I be equal? Saith the Holy One.
26 Leve zye nou anlè, e gade kilès ki te kreye zetwal sila yo; Sila ki mennen lame selès yo sòti pa chif yo. Li rele yo tout pa non yo. Akoz grandè a pwisans Li ak fòs pouvwa Li, nanpwen youn nan yo ki manke.
Lift on high your eyes—and see who hath created these, That bringeth forth, by number, their host, —To all of them by name, doth call, Because of the abundance of vigour and alertness of strength, not one, is missing!
27 Poukisa ou di, O Jacob, e pale O Israël: “Chemen Mwen an kache de SENYÈ a e jistis ke m merite a chape de atansyon Bondye M”?
Wherefore, shouldest thou say, O Jacob, or speak, O Israel, —Hidden is my path from Yahweh, And from my God, my vindication, will pass?
28 Èske nou pa konnen? Èske nou pa tande? Ke Bondye Etènèl la, SENYÈ a, Kreyatè a dènye pwent latè a, pa konn fatige, ni bouke. Konprann pa Li depase tout bon konprann.
Hast thou not known, Hast thou not heard, That The God of age-past time—Yahweh The Creator of the ends of the earth Fainteth not neither groweth weary—There is no searching of his understanding:
29 Li bay fòs a sila ki fatige yo, e a sila ki manke fòs yo, li bay plis pouvwa.
Giving to him that fainteth, strength, And to him that hath no vigour, he causeth, power to abound?
30 Malgre moun jenn yo febli e vin bouke, e jenn nom plen kouraj yo vin glise tonbe;
Youths both faint and grow weary, And, young warriors—they fall, they fall;
31 sila ki tann SENYÈ yo va renouvle ak kouraj nèf; yo va monte anwo ak zèl kon èg. Yo va kouri, e yo p ap bouke; yo va mache, e yo p ap fatige.
But, they who wait for Yahweh, shall renew their strength, They shall mount on strong pinion like eagles, —They shall run and not grow weary, They shall walk and not faint.
