Jeremi 8
1 “Nan lè sa a”, deklare SENYÈ a: “yo va mennen fè vin parèt zo a wa a Juda yo, ak zo a prens pa yo, zo a prèt yo ak zo a pwofèt yo, e zo a pèp Jérusalem yo soti nan tonm pa yo.
“At that time,” A declaration of YHWH, “They bring the bones of the kings of Judah, And the bones of its princes, And the bones of the priests, And the bones of the prophets, And the bones of inhabitants of Jerusalem, Out of their graves,
2 Yo va gaye yo parèt devan solèy la, lalin nan ak tout lame syèl, ke yo te renmen yo, ke yo te sèvi yo, ke yo te kouri dèyè yo, e ke yo te adore yo. Yo p ap ranmase, ni yo p ap antere; yo va rete kon fimye bèt sou sifas latè.
And have spread them to sun, and to moon, And to all the host of the heavens, that they have loved, And that they have served, And that they have walked after, And that they have sought, And to which they have bowed themselves, They are not gathered, nor buried, They are for dung on the face of the ground.
3 Epi pami retay sila ki rete nan fanmi mechan sila yo, se lanmò ke y ap chwazi pito ke lavi, retay ki rete nan tout plas ke M te konn bourade yo rive yo,” deklare SENYÈ dèzame yo.
And death is chosen rather than life By all the remnant who are left of this evil family, In all the remaining places, to where I have driven them,” A declaration of YHWH of Hosts.
4 “Ou va di yo: ‘Konsa pale SENYÈ a, “‘Èske moun konn tonbe pou l pa leve ankò? Èske moun konn vire kite pou l pa retounen
“And you have said to them, Thus said YHWH: Do they fall, and not rise? Does he turn back, and not return?
5 Poukisa pèp sa a, Jérusalem, te vire akote nan enfidelite san rete a? Yo kenbe rèd a desepsyon. Yo refize retounen.
Why has this people of Jerusalem Turned back—a continuous backsliding? They have kept hold on deceit, They have refused to turn back.
6 Mwen te koute e te tande, men yo pa t pale sa ki dwat; okenn moun pa t repanti de mechanste yo pou l ta di: ‘Kisa mwen te fè la a?’ Yo chak vin vire nan pwòp chemen pa yo, tankou yon cheval k ap kouri antre nan batay.
I have given attention, indeed, I listen, They do not speak right, No man has sighed over his wickedness, Saying, What have I done? Everyone has turned to his courses, As a horse is rushing into battle.
7 Menm zwazo sigòy anlè a konnen sezon li. Toutrèl ak iwondèl ak valèt kontwole lè antre sòti pa yo; men pèp Mwen an pa konnen règleman SENYÈ a.
Even a stork in the heavens has known her seasons, And turtle, and swallow, and crane, Have watched the time of their coming, And—My people have not known the judgment of YHWH.
8 “‘Kòman nou ka di: “Mwen saj’, epi lalwa SENYÈ a avèk nou?” Men gade byen, fo plim a skrib yo fè sa tounen gwo manti.
How do you say, We [are] wise, And the Law of YHWH [is] with us? Surely, behold, it has worked falsely, The false pen of scribes.
9 Mesye saj yo vin wont, yo vin deranje e sezi. Gade byen, yo te rejte pawòl SENYÈ la. Ki kalite sajès ka rete nan yo?
The wise have been ashamed, They have been frightened, and are captured, Behold, they kicked against a word of YHWH, And what wisdom do they have?
10 Akoz sa, Mwen va bay madanm pa yo a lòt moun, ak chan pa yo a lòt moun k ap okipe yo. Paske soti nan pi piti a jis rive nan pi gran an, yo tout lanvi gen sa ki pou lòt. Soti nan pwofèt la jis rive nan prèt la, tout aji ak desepsyon.
Therefore, I give their wives to others, Their fields to dispossessors, For from the least even to the greatest, Everyone is gaining dishonest gain, From prophet even to priest, everyone is dealing falsely.
11 Yo fè gerizon pèp Mwen an ak pansma lejè. Y ap di: “Lapè, lapè,” men nanpwen lapè.
And they heal the breach of the daughter of My people slightly, Saying, Peace, peace! And there is no peace.
12 Èske yo pa t wont akoz zak abominab yo te fè yo? Anverite, yo pa t wont. Yo pa t konprann menm ki jan pou yo ta vin wont. Akoz sa, yo va tonbe pami sila k ap tonbe yo. Nan lè pinisyon pa yo, yo va abese,” di SENYÈ a.
They were ashamed when they did abomination! Indeed, they are not ashamed at all, And they have not known blushing, Therefore, they fall among falling ones, They stumble in the time of their inspection, said YHWH.
13 “‘Anverite, Mwen va detwi yo nèt, “deklare SENYÈ a. P ap gen rezen sou chan rezen an, ni fig sou pye figye etranje a. Fèy yo va fennen, epi sa ke M te bay yo va disparèt.’”
I utterly consume them,” A declaration of YHWH, “There are no grapes in the vine, Indeed, there are no figs in the fig tree, And the leaf has faded, And the strength they have passes from them.
14 “Poukisa nou chita an plas? Rasanble nou! Annou antre nan vil fòtifye yo, epi la, annou rete an silans; paske SENYÈ a, Bondye nou an, te fè nou tonbe an silans. Li te bannou dlo anpwazone pou nou bwè, paske nou te peche kont SENYÈ a.
Why are we sitting still? Be gathered, and we go into the fortified cities, And we are silent there, For our God YHWH has made us silent, Indeed, He causes us to drink water of gall, For we have sinned against YHWH.
15 Nou te tann lapè, men anyen bon pa t vini; yon tan gerizon, men gade byen, gwo laperèz.
Looking for peace—and there is no good, For a time of healing, and behold—terror.
16 Soti nan Dan te tande gwo souf cheval. Ak son ranni a etalon li yo, tout tè a souke; paske yo te vini devore peyi a ak tout ki sa ki ladann, vil la ansanm ak tout moun ki rete ladann.
The snorting of his horses has been heard from Dan, From the voice of the neighings of his mighty ones, All the land has trembled, And they come in and consume the land and its fullness, The city and the inhabitants in it.
17 “Paske gade byen, Mwen ap voye sèpan yo kont nou, vipè yo ki p ap ka chame; e yo va mòde nou,” deklare SENYÈ a.
For behold, I am sending serpents among you, Vipers that have no charmer, And they have bitten you,” A declaration of YHWH.
18 Tristès Mwen depase gerizon; kè M fennen anndan m!
My sorrow [is] beyond comfort, My heart [is] sick in me.
19 Gade byen! Koute kri a fi pèp mwen an soti nan yon peyi byen lwen: “Èske SENYÈ a pa nan Sion? Èske wa li a pa nan li?” “Poukisa yo pwovoke fachez Mwen ak imaj taye yo; ak zidòl etranje yo?”
Behold, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a far-off land, Is YHWH not in Zion? Is her King not in her? “Why have they provoked Me with their carved images, With the vanities of a foreigner?”
20 “Rekòlt la fin pase. Gran sezon an fini, e nou poko sove.”
Harvest has passed, summer has ended, And we have not been saved.
21 Akoz fi a pèp mwen an brize, mwen menm brize tou; mwen fè dèy konsi pou yon mò. Mwen kraze ba nèt.
For a breach of the daughter of my people I have been broken, I have been dark, Astonishment has seized me.
22 Èske pa gen pomad gerizon nan Galaad? Èske nanpwen doktè la? Alò poukisa lasante fi a pèp mwen an pa t restore?
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why has the health of the daughter of my people not gone up?
