Jonas 4
1 Men sa te fè Jonas pa kontan anpil e li te vin fache.
And Jonas was turmentid with greet turment, and was wrooth.
2 Li te priye a SENYÈ a. Li te di: “Souple, SENYÈ, èske se pa sa ke m te di lè m te nan pwòp peyi mwen an? Alò, se pou m te evite sa ki fè m te sove ale rive Tarsis. Paske mwen te konnen ke Ou se yon Bondye ki plen gras ak mizerikòd, ki lan nan kòlè, ki ranpli ak lanmou dous, e Ou se Sila ki ralanti selon malè a.
And he preiede the Lord, and seide, Lord, Y biseche, whether this is not my word, whanne Y was yit in my lond? For this thing Y purposide, for to fle in to Tharsis; for Y woot, that thou, God, art meke and merciful, pacient, and of merciful doyng, and foryyuynge on malice.
3 Alò, pou sa, koulye a, O SENYÈ, souple, pran lavi mwen. Paske lanmò pi bon ke lavi pou mwen.”
And now, Lord, Y preie, take my soule fro me; for deth is betere to me than lijf.
4 SENYÈ a te di: “Èske ou gen bon rezon pou ou fache a?”
And the Lord seide, Gessist thou, whether thou art wel wrooth?
5 Epi Jonas te sòti nan vil la e te chita sou kote lès la. La, li te fè yon tonèl pou li menm, e li te chita anba l nan lonbraj jis pou l ta wè sa ki ta rive nan vil la.
And Jonas wente out of the citee, and sat ayens the eest of the citee, and made to hym a schadewyng place there; and sat vndur it in schadewe, til he sai what bifelle to the citee.
6 Konsa, SENYÈ Bondye a te chwazi yon plant lyann. Lyann nan te monte grandi sou Jonas pou l ta sèvi kon abri sou tèt li, pou delivre l de mekontantman li an. Epi lyann nan te fè Jonas byen kontan.
And the Lord God made redy an yuy, and it stiede vp on the heed of Jonas, that schadewe were on his heed, and kyueride hym; for he hadde trauelid. And Jonas was glad on the yuy, with greet gladnesse.
7 Men Bondye te chwazi yon cheni nan granmmaten nan pwochen jou a. Li te atake lyann nan e li te vin fennen.
And God made redi a worm, in stiyng up of grei dai on the morewe; and it smoot the yuy, and it driede up.
8 Lè solèy la te leve, Bondye te chwazi yon van lès byen cho, solèy la te bat tèt Jonas jiskaske li te vin fèb. Konsa, li t ap mande ak tout nanm li, e te di: “Lanmò pi bon ke lavi pou mwen.”
And whanne the sunne was risun, the Lord comaundide to the hoot wynd and brennyng; and the sunne smoot on the heed of Jonas, and he swalide. And he axide to his soule that he schulde die, and seide, It is betere to me for to die, than for to lyue.
9 Epi Bondye te di a Jonas: “Èske ou gen bon rezon pou fache akoz lyann nan?” Jonas te reponn: “Mwen gen bon rezon pou m fache, menm jiska lanmò.”
And the Lord seide to Jonas, Gessist thou, whether thou art wel wrooth on the yuy? And he seide, Y am wel wrooth, til to the deth.
10 Konsa, SENYÈ a te di: “Ou te gen konpasyon pou plant sila ke ou pa t fè okenn travay pou li a, ke ou menm pa t fè grandi, ki te vin parèt nan yon nwit e te vin peri nan yon nwit.
And the Lord seide, Thou art sori on the yuy, in which thou trauelidist not, nether madist that it wexide, which was growun vndur o nyyt, and perischide in o nyyt.
11 Èske Mwen pa ta dwe gen konpasyon pou Ninive, gwo vil la, nan sila ki genyen plis ke san-ven-mil moun ki pa konn diferans antre men dwat ak men goch yo ak yon gwo kantite bèt, tou?”
And schal Y not spare the grete citee Nynyue, in which ben more than sixe score thousynde of men, which witen not what is betwixe her riyt half and left, and many beestis?
