Ezayi 5
1 Kite mwen chante koulye a pou byeneme mwen an, selon chan rezen Li. Byeneme m nan te gen yon chan rezen sou yon kolin byen fètil.
Let me sing now a song respecting my friend, A song respecting my friend touching his vineyard. My friend had a vineyard On a very fruitful hill;
2 Li te fouye toupatou li, retire wòch li yo, e te plante li avèk pye rezen pi chwazi a. Li te bati yon fò nan mitan l, e te fouye yon basen diven ladann. Alò, li te sipoze pou l ta pwodwi bon rezen yo, men li te pwodwi sèlman sa ki pa bon.
He digged it, and cleared it of stones, And planted it with the choicest vine, And built a tower in the midst of it, And hewed out a wine-press therein; Then he looked that it should bring forth its grapes, But it brought forth sour grapes.
3 Konsa, O abitan Jérusalem yo ak mesye Juda yo, jije antre Mwen menm ak chan rezen Mwen an.
And now, O inhabitants of Jerusalem, and men of Judah, Judge ye between me and my vineyard!
4 Kisa anplis ki gen pou fèt pou chan rezen Mwen an ke M pa t fè deja? Poukisa lè M te atann a bon rezen yo, li te vin pwodwi sa ki pa bon yo?
What could have been done for my vineyard That I have not done for it? Why, then, when I looked that it should bring forth its grapes, Brought it forth sour grapes?
5 Pou sa a, kite Mwen di nou koulye a sa M ap fè ak chan rezen sa a: Mwen va retire kloti li e li va brile; Mwen va kraze miray li e li va vin foule nèt.
But come now, and I will tell you What I mean to do with my vineyard. I will take away its hedge, and it shall be eaten up; I will break down its wall, and it shall be trodden down!
6 Mwen va gaye gate l nèt. Li p ap koupe ni sèkle ak wou, men pikan ak zepin va vin leve nan li. Anplis, Mwen va pase lòd sou nwaj yo pou lapli pa tonbe ladann.
And I will make it a waste; It shall not be pruned, nor digged, But shall grow up into thorns and briers; I will also command the clouds That they shed no rain upon it.
7 Paske chan rezen SENYÈ dèzame yo se lakay Israël, e pèp Juda a se plant ki ba Li plezi a. Konsa, Li t ap chache jistis; men olye sa Li te jwenn san vèse; pou ladwati, men olye sa, moun k ap rele “Amwey”.
The vineyard of Jehovah of hosts is the house of Israel, And the men of Judah the plant of his delight. He looked for justice, and behold, bloodshed! For righteousness, and behold, outcry!
8 Malè a sila ki ogmante kay sou kay ak chan a sou lòt chan, jiskaske pa gen plas, pou ou oblije rete sèl nan mitan peyi a!
Woe to them that join house to house, That add field to field, Till there is no place left, And they dwell alone in the land.
9 Nan zòrèy mwen SENYÈ dèzame yo te sèmante: “Anverite, anpil kay va vin vid; menm sa ki bèl yo, san moun pou rete ladann.
To mine ear hath Jehovah of hosts revealed it: Surely many houses shall become a desolation, The great and the fair ones, without an inhabitant.
10 Paske kat ekta teren p ap donnen plis ke yon bat (22 lit) diven e yon omè (220 lit) p ap bay plis ke yon efa (22 lit) sereyal.”
Yea, ten acres of vineyard shall yield a single bath of wine, And a homer of seed shall produce but an ephah.
11 Malè a sila ki leve granmaten yo pou yo ka kouri dèyè bwason fò, sila ki rete kanpe tan lannwit pou diven an ka anflame yo.
Woe to them that rise early in the morning to follow strong drink, —Who sit late in the night that wine may inflame them!
12 Gwo fèt pa yo akonpanye ak jwe gita ak ap, tanbouren, flit ak diven; men yo pa okipe zèv SENYÈ yo, ni yo pa konsidere zèv men Li yo.
And the lyre and the harp, the tabret and the pipe, and wine, are at their feasts, But they regard not the work of Jehovah, Nor attend to the operation of his hands.
13 Pou sa, pèp Mwen an antre an egzil akoz mank konesans yo; epi mesye ki gen onè yo rete grangou e foul moun yo rete sèch ak swaf.
Therefore shall my people be led captive, when they think not of it; Their honorable men shall be famished with hunger, And their rich men parched with thirst.
14 Pou sa, Sejou mò yo vin fè gòj li pi gwo e louvri bouch li jiskaske li pa ka kontwole; epi bèlte a Jérusalem, tout pèp li a, ak gwo kri kè kontan yo, vin desann ladann. (Sheol h7585)
Therefore doth the under-world enlarge its greedy throat, And stretch open its mouth without measure, And down go her nobility and her wealth, Her busy throng, and all that was joyful within her. (Sheol h7585)
15 Pou sa, tout moun yo va imilye e limanite va abese; anplis, zye a ògeye a va vin febli nèt.
The mean man shall be bowed down, And the great man shall be brought low, And the eyes of the haughty shall be humbled;
16 Men SENYÈ dèzame yo va leve wo nan jijman e Bondye sen an va montre sentete Li nan ladwati.
Jehovah of hosts shall be exalted through judgment; Yea, God, the Holy One, shall be sanctified through righteousness.
17 Konsa, jèn mouton yo va manje alèz konsi se nan chan patiraj e etranje yo va manje pami ansyen mazi a moun rich yo.
Then shall the lambs feed, as in their own pasture, And the deserted fields of the rich shall strangers consume.
18 Malè a sila ki rale inikite ak kòd manti, e ki fè peche tankou se kòd kabwèt;
Woe to them that draw calamity with cords of wickedness, And punishment as with wagon-traces, —
19 Ka p di: “Kite Li fè vit, kite Li prese fè travay Li pou nou ka wè; kite volonte a Sila Ki Sen an Israël la vin rapwoche pou fè sa rive pou nou ka konnen!”
Who say, Let him make speed, let him hasten his work that we may see it! Let the purpose of the Holy One of Israel draw near and be fulfilled, that we may know it!
20 Malè a sila ki rele mal la bon, ak bon nan mal; sila ki prezante tenèb la tankou limyè a, ak limyè a kon tenèb la; sila ki prezante sa ki anmè a kon dous, e sa ki dous kon anmè.
Woe to them that call evil good, and good evil, That put darkness for light, and light for darkness, That put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
21 Malè a sila ki saj nan pwòp zye yo e ki sipoze ke yo byen koken yo!
Woe to them that are wise in their own eyes, And prudent in their own conceit!
22 Malè a sila ki vanyan nan bwè gwòg la e gen gwo kouraj nan mele bwason fò a,
Woe to them that are valiant to drink wine, And men of might to mingle strong drink!
23 sila ki jistifye mechan yo pou kòb glise anba tab e ki rachte dwa a sila ki gen rezon yo!
That clear the guilty for a reward, And take away from the righteous his right!
24 Akoz sa, tankou lang dife a manje pay sèch yo e konsonmen zèb sèch nan flanm nan, konsa rasin yo va vin tankou pouriti, e flè yo va vannen ale tankou pousyè; paske yo fin rejte lalwa SENYÈ dèzame yo, e te rayi pawòl a Sila Ki Sen An Israël la.
Therefore, as fire devours stubble, And as the withered grass sinks into the flame, So their root shall become rottenness, And their blossom shall fly up like dust. For they have despised the law of Jehovah of hosts, And contemned the word of the Holy One of Israel.
25 Akoz sa, kòlè SENYÈ a te brile kont pèp Li a, Li te lonje men l kont yo e te frape yo tonbe anba. Mòn yo te tranble e kadav yo te kouche tankou fatra nan mitan lari a. Menm ak tout sa a, kòlè Li a poko fin pase, men men L toujou lonje.
Therefore is the anger of Jehovah kindled against his people; He stretcheth forth his hand against them, and smiteth them, so that the mountains tremble, And their carcasses are as dung in the midst of the streets; For all this his anger is not turned away, But his hand is stretched out still.
26 Konsa, Li va leve yon drapo a yon nasyon byen lwen e Li va soufle pou li soti nan dènye pwent latè; epi gade byen, li va vini byen vit ak gwo vitès.
He lifteth up a banner for the nations afar off, He whistleth for them from the ends of the earth, And behold, they haste, and come swiftly.
27 Nan nasyon sila a, nanpwen moun ki ni fatige, ni tonbe; nanpwen moun k ap kabicha oswa k ap dòmi; ni sentiwon nan senti li pa lage, menm bretèl sandal li pa janm kase.
None among them is weary, and none stumbleth; None slumbereth nor sleepeth; The girdle of their loins is not loosed, Nor the latchet of their shoes broken.
28 Flèch li yo file e tout banza li yo fin koube; pye cheval li yo parèt kon pyè silèks, e wou cha li yo tankou toubiyon.
Their arrows are sharp, And all their bows bent; The hoofs of their horses are like flint, And their wheels like a whirlwind.
29 Kri gwonde li tankou yon lyon e vwa li tankou jèn lyon; li fè gwo bri pandan l ap sezi viktim li an e pote l ale kote nanpwen moun pou delivre li.
Their roaring is like the roaring of the lion; They roar like young lions; They roar, and seize the prey; They bear it away, and none can rescue it.
30 Epi li va gwonde sou li nan jou sa a tankou gwo bri lanmè. Si yon moun anwò dlo ta gade vè latè; men gade, tout fènwa ak gwo twoub. Menm limyè fènwa akoz nwaj li yo.
Yea, in that day shall they roar against them like the roaring of the sea; And if one look to the land, behold darkness and sorrow, And the light is darkened by its clouds.
