Nawoun 3
1 Malè a vil sanglan an! Li plen nèt ak manti ak piyaj. Viktim li yo san fen.
Woe to the city of blood! She is all full of deceit and robbery; She ceaseth not from plunder.
2 Bri a fwèt la, bri a wou k ap sone sou wòch yo, cheval k ap galope yo ak cha k ap vòltije yo!
[[Hark!]] The noise of the whip! The noise of the rattling of the wheels, And of the prancing horses, And of the bounding chariots!
3 Chevalye k ap kouri desann yo; nepe k ap klere yo, lans k ap briye tankou solèy yo. Anpil mò, yon gwo ma kadav, ak kò mouri san kontwòl— yo manke tonbe sou kadav mò yo!
The horseman lifteth up the flame of the sword, And the lightning of the spear; There is a multitude of the slain; heaps of dead bodies; There is no end to the carcasses; they stumble over the carcasses.
4 Tout sa akoz anpil aktivite a pwostitiye yo, sila ki vrèman byen pòtan yo, mètrès a gwo maji yo, ki vann nasyon yo nan pwostitisyon li yo, ak fanmi yo nan gwo wanga li konn fè yo.
It is because of the many whoredoms of the harlot, The graceful beauty, the mistress of enchantments, That sold nations by her whoredoms, And kingdoms by her enchantments.
5 “Gade byen, Mwen vin kont ou”, deklare SENYÈ dèzame yo. Mwen va Leve jip ou jis rive nan figi ou pou montre a nasyon yo toutouni ou, pou wayòm yo wè wont ou.
Behold, I am against thee, saith Jehovah of host, And I will lift up thy trail over thy face, And I will show the nations thy nakedness, And the kingdoms thy shame.
6 Mwen va jete bagay ki sal nèt sou ou, fè ou vin avili e fè ou vin espektak.
And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, And I will dishonor thee, and make thee a gazing-stock,
7 Konsa, li va vin rive ke tout moun ki wè ou, yo va fè bak, e yo va di: “Men Ninive fin devaste nèt! Se kilès k ap fè dèy pou li? Se kibò pou m ta jwenn moun ki pou rekonfòte ou?”
And all that see thee shall flee from thee, And shall say, “Nineveh is laid waste; Who will bemoan her? Whence shall I seek comforters for thee?”
8 Èske ou pi bon pase Nò Amon ki te pozisyone pami rivyè yo, ki te antoure ak dlo, ki te gen lanmè kon pwotèj li, e se lanmè ki te sèvi kon miray li?
Art thou better than No-Ammon, That dwelt by the rivers, That had the waters round about her, Whose fortress was the sea, And whose wall was from the waters?
9 Se Éthiopie ki te pwisans li, ansanm ak Égypte ki te san limit. Puth ak Libie te pami soutyen ou yo.
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, a countless multitude; Phut and Lybia were thy helpers!
10 Men li te pote ale; li te antre an kaptivite. Tout ti pitit li yo te vin kraze an mòso nan tèt tout ri yo. Yo te fè tiraj osò pou onorab li yo, e mesye pwisan li yo te mare nan chèn.
Yet was she carried away; she went into captivity; Her children were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets; For her honorable men they cast lots, And all her great men were bound in chains.
11 Ou menm tou va vin sou nèt. Ou va kache. Ou menm tou va chache yon kote pou ou kache akoz de ènmi an.
Thou also shalt drink to the full; Thou, too, shalt be hidden; Thou shalt seek a refuge from the enemy!
12 Tout gwo fò nou yo va tankou pye fig etranje ak fwi ki mi— lè yo sekwe yo, yo tonbe nan bouch a sila k ap manje yo a.
All thy strong-holds shall be like fig-trees with the first ripe figs; If they be shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Gade byen, pèp ou a se fanm yo ye pami nou! Pòtay peyi ou yo vin ouvri byen laj bay lènmi ou yo. Dife fin devore baryè pòtay ou yo.
Behold, thy people shall be women in the midst of thee; The gates of thy land shall be set wide open to thine enemies; The fire shall devour thy bars.
14 Rale dlo ou pou kont ou pou fè syèj la! Ranfòse fò ou yo! Antre nan ajil la, e foule mòtye a anba pye ou. Byen bati kay fou k ap fè brik yo fò!
Draw thee water for the siege, Fortify thy strongholds. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar; Repair the brick-kiln!
15 La, dife sa menm va vin devore ou nèt. Nepe va koupe retire ou nèt. Li va devore ou tankou krikèt volan. Li va fè ou vin anpil tankou yon krikèt volan. Li va fè ou vin anpil tankou krikèt.
Then shall the fire devour thee; The sword shall cut thee off, It shall devour thee like the locust; Though thou art increased like the locusts, Though thou art increased like the thick locusts.
16 Ou fin ogmante machann ou yo plis pase zetwal syèl yo— krikèt volan ravaje, epi, konsa, li vole ale.
Thy merchants have been more numerous than the stars of heaven; The locusts spread themselves and fly away.
17 Gad nou yo tankou krikèt. Jandam nou yo tankou gwo lame krikèt volan k ap poze sou wòch nan jou fredi. Lè solèy la leve yo sove ale. Kote yo rive a, pèsòn pa konnen.
Thy princes are like locusts, And thy captains like swarms of locusts, Which encamp in the hedges in the time of cold; But when the sun ariseth, they flee away, And the place is not known where they are.
18 Bèje ou yo ap dòmi, O wa Assyrie. Prens ou yo kouche nèt. Pèp ou an vin gaye sou mòn yo, e nanpwen moun ki pou rasanble yo.
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria! Thy nobles take their rest, Thy people are scattered on the mountains, and none gathereth them.
19 Nanpwen ti pansman pou sa k ap fè ou mal la. Blesi ou a p ap ka geri. Tout moun ki tande koze ou va bat men yo sou ou, paske kilès moun san rete, ki pa t resevwa nan mechanste ou?
Thy bruise is incurable; Thy wound is mortal. All that hear of thee shall clap their hands over thee; For upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
