Ezayi 47
1 “Vin desann chita nan pousyè a, O fi vyèj Babylone nan; Chita atè san twòn, O fi a Kaldeyen yo! Paske ou p ap rele fanm dous ankò, ni bèl fanm.
Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'O tender and delicate one.'
2 Pran yon wòch moulen pou moulen farin. Retire vwal ou leve jip la wo, dekouvri janm yo. Travèse rivyè yo.
Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.
3 Toutouni ou va dekouvri e wont ou va vin parèt. Mwen va pran vanjans e Mwen p ap bliye pèsòn.”
Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.
4 Redanmtè nou an, SENYÈ dèzame yo se non Li, Sila Ki Sen an Israël la.
Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.
5 Chita an silans e antre nan fènwa a, O fi a Kaldeyen yo, paske ou p ap rele ankò rèn a wayòm yo.
Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, 'Mistress of kingdoms.'
6 Mwen te fache ak pèp Mwen an; Mwen te pwofane eritaj Mwen an, e Mwen te livre pèp Mwen nan men ou. Ou pa t montre yo gras, men menm ak granmoun nan vyeyès yo, ou te fè jouk ou byen lou.
I have been wroth against My people, I have polluted Mine inheritance And I give them into thy hand, Thou hast not appointed for them mercies, On the aged thou hast made thy yoke very heavy,
7 Malgre, ou te di: ‘Se rèn ke m ap ye jis pou tout tan.’ Bagay sila yo, ou pa t konsidere yo, ni sonje kote yo t ap rive.
And thou sayest, 'To the age I am mistress,' While thou hast not laid these things to thy heart, Thou hast not remembered the latter end of it.
8 “Alò, tande sa, ou menm, moun sansyèl yo, ki viv ansekirite, k ap di nan kè nou: ‘Se mwen menm e nanpwen lòt. Mwen p ap janm chita tankou yon vèv, ni konnen pèt timoun.’
And now, hear this, O luxurious one, Who is sitting confidently — Who is saying in her heart, 'I [am], and none else, I sit not a widow, nor know bereavement.'
9 Men de bagay sa yo va rive sou nou sibitman nan yon jou: pèt a pitit ak afè vin vèv la. Yo va rive an mezi plen nèt; malgre tout maji nou ak gwo pouvwa wanga nou konn fè yo.
And come in to thee do these two things, In a moment, in one day, childlessness and widowhood, According to their perfection they have come upon thee, In the multitude of thy sorceries, In the exceeding might of thy charms.
10 Ou te santi ou te byen pwoteje nan mechanste ou e ou te di: ‘Pèsòn pa wè m’. Sajès ou ak konesans ou, yo fin chape kite ou; paske nan kè ou, ou te di: ‘Se mwen menm e nanpwen lòt sof ke mwen’.
And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I [am], and none else.'
11 Men malè va vini sou ou ke ou p ap gen maji pou detounen. Gwo dega ke ou p ap ka menm konprann va vini sou ou. Destriksyon ke ou pa t janmn sispèk va rive sou ou sibitman.
And come in on thee hath evil, Thou knowest not its rising, And fall on thee doth mischief, Thou art not able to pacify it, And come on thee suddenly doth desolation, Thou knowest not.
12 Kanpe fèm nan tout maji ak wanga ke ou te sèvi depi nan jenès ou yo. Petèt ou va reyisi, petèt ou va fè moun tranble.
Stand, I pray thee, in thy charms, And in the multitude of thy sorceries, In which thou hast laboured from thy youth, It may be thou art able to profit, It may be thou dost terrify!
13 Ou vin fatige ak tout konsèyè yo. Alò koulye a, kite mèt zetwal ki fè pwofesi ak yo, k ap fè prediksyon avni ak nouvèl lin yo, vin kanpe pou pwoteje ou sou sa k ap vin rive ou yo.
Thou hast been wearied in the multitude of thy counsels, Stand up, I pray thee, and save thee, Let the charmers of the heavens, Those looking on the stars, Those teaching concerning the months, From those things that come on thee!
14 Gade byen, yo tankou pay. Dife ap brile yo. Yo p ap ka sove kò yo devan pouvwa flanm yo. P ap gen chabon ki pou chofe kò yo, ni flanm dife pou yo chita devan l!
Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
15 Men kijan tout travay lavi ou ap tèminen: Tout sa yo ki fè komès ak ou depi nan jenès ou yo va mache egare nan chemen pa yo; nanpwen moun ki pou ta sove ou.
So have they been to thee with whom thou hast laboured, Thy merchants from thy youth, Each to his passage they have wandered, Thy saviour is not!
