Nawoun 2
1 Sila ki konn kaze brize a gen tan monte kont ou. Kenbe fò a! Veye chemen an! Ranfòse ren ou! Ranmase tout kouraj ou!
The destroyer is come before thy face: keepe the munition: looke to the way: make thy loynes strong: increase thy strength mightily.
2 Paske SENYÈ a va restore tout glwa a Jacob, menm jan ak glwa Israël la, paske piyajè yo fin piyaje yo, e te rache branch rezen li yo.
For the Lord hath turned away the glorie of Iaakob, as the glorie of Israel: for the emptiers haue emptied them out, and marred their vine branches.
3 Boukliye a mesye pwisan li yo vin wouj. Gèrye yo vin abiye an kramwazi. Cha yo klere an asye nan jou derape a. Lans an bwa pichpen yo vin parèt.
The shield of his mightie men is made red: the valiant men are in skarlet: the charets shalbe as in the fire and flames in the day of his preparation, and the firre trees shall tremble.
4 Cha yo kouri fou nan lari. Yo sikile san kontwòl sou wout yo. Aparans yo tankou tòch, yo kouri patou tankou kout loray.
The charets shall rage in the streetes: they shall runne to and from in the hie wayes: they shall seeme like lampes: they shall shoote like the lightning.
5 Li rele gèye pi chwa li yo. Yo manke tonbe nan fòme yo. Yo prese rive nan miray la. Gwo barikàd syèj defans la fin prepare.
He shall remember his strong men: they shall stumble as they goe: they shall make haste to the walles thereof, and the defence shall bee prepared.
6 Pòtay rivyè yo ouvri e palè a fin kraze nèt.
The gates of the riuers shalbe opened, and the palace shall melt.
7 Bagay la fin fèt; Ninive vin toutouni, li fin pote ale nèt. Sèvant li yo ap plenyen ak vwa toutrèl; y ap bat lestonmak yo.
And Huzzab the Queene shalbe led away captiue, and her maides shall leade her as with the voyce of doues, smiting vpon their breastes.
8 Men Ninive te tankou ti lak dlo depi lontan; malgre sa, y ap sove ale. “Rete, Rete”! Yo kriye fò, Men pèsòn pa gade dèyè.
But Nineueh is of olde like a poole of water: yet they shall flee away. Stande, stande, shall they crie: but none shall looke backe.
9 Pran piyaj ajan! Pran piyaj lò! Paske gen trezò san limit—gen valè nan tout bagay presye yo.
Spoyle ye the siluer, spoyle the golde: for there is none ende of the store, and glorie of all the pleasant vessels.
10 Li vin vid nèt! Wi, li vin dezole e gate. Kè yo ap fann e jenou yo si tèlman ap sekwe, youn bat lòt. Doulè ak laperèz domine tout kò a, e figi yo vin blèm!
She is emptie and voyde and waste, and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and sorowe is in all loynes, and the faces of the all gather blackenesse.
11 Kote fòs lyon yo ye? Kote plas la tout jenn lyon yo te manje? Kote andwa a manman lyon an ak ti lyon an te konn mache? Plas la kote okenn pa t konn fè yo pè?
Where is the dwelling of the lyons, and the pasture of the lyons whelpes? where the lyon, and the lionesse walked, and the lyons whelpe, and none made them afrayde.
12 Lyon an te kon chire viktim yo an mòso ase pou manje ti lyon li yo. Li te touye pou manman lyon li yo. Li te plen kav li ak chè ki dechire e tanyè li ak viktim.
The lyon did teare in pieces ynough for his whelpes, and woryed for his lyonesse, and filled his holes with praye, and his dennes with, spoyle.
13 “Gade byen Mwen kont ou”, pale SENYÈ dèzame yo. “Mwen va brile cha lagè li yo nan lafimen. Nepe a va devore jenn lyon ou yo. Mwen va retire nan peyi a, tout chè nou te konn manje. Konsa, vwa mesaje nou yo p ap tande ankò.”
Beholde, I come vnto thee, sayeth the Lord of hostes, and I will burne her charets in the smoke, and the sworde shall deuoure thy yong lyons, and I will cut off thy spoyle from the earth, and the voyce of thy messengers shall no more be heard.
