Plenn 2
1 Gade kijan Senyè a te kouvri fi a Sion an ak yon nwaj nan kòlè li! Li te jete soti nan syèl la, jis rive atè glwa Israël la. Li pa t menm sonje machpye pa L la, nan jou kòlè Li.
How could My Lord, in his anger, enshroud in gloom, the daughter of Zion? have cast from the heavens to the earth, the beauty of Israel? and not have remembered his footstool, in the day of his anger?
2 Senyè a te vale tout nèt. Li pa t epanye tout abitasyon Jacob yo. Nan gwo chalè Li, Li te jete sitadèl fi a Juda a. Li te bese yo nèt jis rive atè. Li te pwofane wayòm nan ak tout prens li yo.
My Lord hath swallowed up—without pity—all the pastures of Jacob, hath laid waste—in his indignation—the strongholds of the daughter of Judah, hath brought them down to the ground, —hath profaned the kingdom, and the princes thereof.
3 Nan gwo chalè, Li te koupe tout fòs Israël la. Li te retire men dwat Li soti devan lènmi an. Konsa, Li te brile Jacob tankou flanm dife ki konsome toupatou.
He hath broken off—in the glow of his anger—the whole horn of Israel, hath turned back his right hand, from the face of the foe, —and hath kindled against Jacob, a very fire of flame, devouring round about.
4 Li te koube banza Li kon yon lènmi. Li te poze men dwat li konsi se yon advèsè. Konsa, Li te touye tout ki bèl pou gade. Nan tant a fi a Sion an, Li te vin vide gwo kòlè Li tankou dife.
He hath trodden his bow like a foe, his right hand erect as an adversary, and hath slain all them who delighted the eye, —In the home of the daughter of Zion, hath he poured out, as fire, his indignation.
5 Senyè a vin tankou yon lènmi. Li te vale Israël nèt. Li te vale tout palè li yo. Li te detwi sitadèl li yo. Li te miltipliye doulè yo ak plent yo nan fi a Juda yo.
My Lord hath become like a foe, hath swallowed up Israel, hath swallowed up all her castles, ruined his strongholds, —and hath caused to abound, in the daughter of Judah, lamentation and mourning.
6 Ak vyolans, Li te aji sou tanp Li an, konsi se yon tonèl jaden. Li te detwi kote ke Li menm te deziye pou asanble yo. SENYÈ a te fè bliye tout jou fèt ak Saba Sion yo, e Li te meprize ni wa a, ni prèt la nan gwo kòlè Li a.
Thus hath he destroyed, like a garden, his pavilion, hath laid waste his place of assembly, —Yahweh, hath caused to be forgotten, in Zion, the appointed assembly and the sabbath, and hath spurned, in the indignation of his anger, the king and the priest.
7 Senyè a te rejte lotèl Li a. Li te abandone sanktyè Li a. Li te livre nan men lènmi an, miray a palè li yo. Yo te fè yon bri nan kay SENYÈ a, konsi li ta nan yon jou fèt deziye.
My Lord hath rejected his altar, hath abhorred his sanctuary, hath delivered, into the hand of the foe, the walls of her castles, —A voice, have they uttered in the house of Yahweh, as on the day of an appointed assembly.
8 SENYÈ a te pran desizyon pou detwi miray a fi a Sion an. Li te lonje yon lign. Li pa t ralanti men l nan destriksyon. Li te fè ni ranpa, ni miray la plen tristès; y ap kriye ansanm.
Yahweh hath devised to lay in ruins, the wall of the daughter of Zion, he hath stretched out a line, he hath not turned back his hand from swallowing up, —Thus hath he caused to mourn—rampart and wall, together, have they languished!
9 Pòtay li yo te fonse antre nan tè, Li te detwi e kraze fè fòje a. Wa li yo ak prens li yo vin gaye pami nasyon yo; lalwa, nanpwen ankò. Anplis, pwofèt li yo pa resevwa vizyon de SENYÈ a.
Her gates, have sunk in the earth, He hath destroyed and broken in pieces, her bars, —Her king and her princes, are among the nations, There is no instruction, Even her prophets, have found no vision, from Yahweh.
10 Ansyen a fi a Sion yo chita atè. Yo rete an silans. Yo te jete pousyè sou tèt yo. Yo abiye yo ak twal sak. Vyèj Jérusalem yo fin bese tèt yo jis a tè a.
Seated on the ground, in silence, are the elders of the daughter of Zion, They have lifted up dust on their head, have girded themselves with sackcloth, —Bowed down to the ground is the head, of the virgins of Jerusalem.
11 Zye m gate akoz dlo k ap sòti ladann, lespri m vin nan gwo twoub; kè m vin vide atè nèt, akoz fi a pèp mwen an vin detwi e timoun ak tibebe yo ap fennen nan lari vil la.
Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, —when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.
12 Yo mande manman yo: “Kote sereyal ak diven an?” Konsa, yo fennen tankou yon nonm ki blese nan lari vil yo, pandan lavi yo menm vin vide nan sen manman yo.
To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.
13 Kisa pou m ta di ou? A kilès pou m ta konpare ou, O fi Jérusalem nan? A kisa pou m ta di ou sanble pandan mwen ap mennen rekonfò bay ou a, O fi vyèj a Sion an? Paske destriksyon ou an vast tankou lanmè. Se kilès ki ka geri ou?
How shall I solemnly admonish thee? What shall I liken to thee, thou daughter of Jerusalem? What shall I compare with thee, that I may comfort thee, thou virgin, daughter of Zion? for, great as the sea, is thy grievous injury, Who can heal thee?
14 Pwofèt ou yo te wè pou ou vizyon ki te fo; ki te plen foli. Yo pa t dekouvri inikite ou pou restore ou sòti an kaptivite, men yo te wè pou ou vizyon pòt pawòl ki te fo, ki te egare ou.
Thy prophets, have had visions for thee, false and foolish, and have not unveiled thine iniquity, to turn back thy captivity, —Yea they have had visions for thee, oracles of falsehood, and enticements!
15 Tout moun ki pase akote chemen an bat men yo pou moke ou. Yo sifle anlè kon koulèv sou fi Jérusalem nan, epi yo di: “Men èske se vil sa a yo te konn rele ‘pèfeksyon a bèlte a, yon jwa de tout tè a’?”
All passing by, have clapped, over thee, their hands, have hissed and wagged their head over the daughter of Jerusalem, —[saying], Is, this, the city, of which men used to say—The perfection of beauty! A joy to the whole earth!
16 Tout lènmi ou yo te louvri bouch yo laj kont ou. Yo sifle anlè kon koulèv. Yo fwote dan yo. Yo di: “Nou te vale l nèt! Anverite, se jou sa ke nou t ap tann nan. Nou gen tan jwenn li. Nou gen tan wè l.”
All thy foes, have opened wide, over thee their mouth, They have hissed, and gnashed their teeth, They have said—We have swallowed [her] up! Surely, this, is the day for which we have waited, We have found! We have seen!
17 SENYÈ a te acheve objektif Li; Li te akonpli pawòl Li, pawòl ke Li te kòmande soti nan jou ansyen yo. Li te jete ba, Li pat fè pitye. Li te fè lènmi an rejwi sou ou. Li te egzalte pwisans a advèsè ou yo.
Yahweh hath done what he thought, hath carried out his word, wherewith he gave charge in the days of old, hath thrown down, and not spared, —Thus hath he let the enemy rejoice over thee, hath raised high the horn of thine adversaries.
18 Kè yo te kriye fò a Senyè a. O miray a fi Sion an, kite dlo sòti nan zye ou lajounen kon lannwit. Pa aksepte okenn soulajman; 'Pa kite zye ou pran repo.
Their heart, hath made outcry, unto My Lord, —O wall of the daughter of Zion—Let tears run down as a torrent day and night, Do not give thyself relief, Let not the weeping of thine eye cease!
19 Leve, kriye fò nan nwit lan, nan kòmansman vèy nwit lan! Vide kè ou konsi se dlo devan prezans Senyè a. Leve men ou a Li menm pou lavi pitit ou yo ki fèb nèt ak grangou sou tèt a tout ri yo.
Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches, pour out, like waters, thy heart, right before the face of My Lord, —Lift up, above thee, the palms of thy hands, for the life of thy children, who are swooning for hunger, at the top of all the streets!
20 Gade pou wè, O SENYÈ! Avèk kilès ou te aji konsa? Èske fanm ta dwe manje pwòp pitit pa yo, pitit yo ki te fèt an bòn sante? Èske prèt la ak pwofèt la dwe vin touye nan sanktyè Senyè a?
See, O Yahweh, and do consider, to whom thou hast acted thus severely, —Will women, devour, their own fruit—the children they have dandled? Shall priest and prophet, be slain in the sanctuary of My Lord?
21 Sou tè nan lari yo, kouche jenn yo ak granmoun yo. Vyèj mwen yo ak jennonm mwen yo te tonbe sou nepe. Ou te touye yo nan jou gwo kòlè Ou a; Ou te fè masak, san pitye.
Youth and elder, have lain down on the ground in the streets, My virgins and my young men, have fallen by the sword, —Thou hast slain, in the day of thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered, hast not spared!
22 Ou te rele nou konsi se nan jou a yon fèt etabli, gwo laperèz mwen yo tout kote. Nanpwen moun ki te chape sòti vivan nan jou kòlè SENYÈ a. Sila ke m te fè e leve yo, lènmi m te anile yo nèt.
Wilt thou proclaim, like the day of an appointed meeting—My terrors round about? when there was not—in the day of the anger of Yahweh—fugitive or survivor, —Those whom I dandled and reared, my foe hath destroyed.
