Zakari 11
1 Ouvri pòt ou yo, O Liban, pou dife ka devore bwa sèd ou yo.
Open thy gates, O Libanus, and let fire devour thy cedars.
2 Rele anmwey, O pye siprè a, paske bwa sèd la fin tonbe, akoz bèl ab plen ak glwa yo fin detwi. Rele anmwey, O bwadchenn a Basan yo, paske gran forè a fin tonbe.
Howl, thou fir tree, for the cedar is fallen, for the mighty are laid waste: howl, ye oaks of Basan, because the fenced forest is cut down.
3 Men yon vwa kriye lamantasyon a bèje yo! Paske glwa gran fore yo fin detwi; yon vwa jenn lyon k ap gwonde a! Paske ògèy Jourdain nan fin kraze nèt.
The voice of the howling of the shepherds, because their glory is laid waste: the voice of the roaring of the lions, because the pride of the Jordan is spoiled.
4 Konsa pale SENYÈ a, Bondye mwen an: “Nouri bann mouton k apkòche a.
Thus saith the Lord my God: Feed the flock of the slaughter,
5 Sila ki achte yo, kòche yo, e rete san koupabilite. Sila ki vann yo va di: ‘Beni se SENYÈ a, paske mwen vin rich!’ Epi pwòp bèje pa yo pa menm gen pitye pou yo.
Which they that possessed, slew, and repented not, and they sold them, saying: Blessed be the Lord, we are become rich: and their shepherds spared them not.
6 Paske Mwen p ap fè pitye ankò pou pèp peyi a,” deklare SENYÈ a; “men gade byen, Mwen va delivre tout mesye yo, yo tout anba men pwochen yo, e anba pouvwa a wa li a. Y ap frape peyi a, e Mwen p ap delivre yo anba pouvwa yo.”
And I will no more spare the inhabitants of the land, saith the Lord: behold I will deliver the men, every one into his neighbour’s hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall destroy the land, and I will not deliver it out of their hand.
7 Konsa, mwen te nouri bann mouton pou kòche a; soutou, aflije nan bann mouton yo. Mwen te pran pou mwen de baton: youn mwen te rele Gras e lòt la, mwen te rele li Tèt Ansanm. Konsa, mwen te nouri bann mouton an.
And I will feed the hock of slaughter for this, O ye poor of the dock. And I took unto me two rods, one I called Beauty, and the other I called a Cord, and I fed the flock.
8 Epi mwen te koupe retire nèt twa bèje sila yo nan yon mwa, paske nanm mwen te pèdi pasyans avèk yo, e nanm pa yo te fatige avè m tou.
And I cut off three shepherds in one month, and my soul was straitened in their regard: for their soul also varied in my regard.
9 Epi mwen te di: “Mwen p ap nouri nou. Sa ki fèt pou mouri, kite l mouri, e sa ki fèt pou koupe retire nèt, kite l koupe retire. Epi konsa, kite sila ki rete yo manje chè youn lòt.”
And I said: I will not feed you: that which dieth, let it die: and that which is cut off, let it be cut off: and let the rest devour every one the flesh of his neighbour.
10 Mwen te pran baton Gras la, e mwen te koupe li an twa mòso pou m te kab kraze akò ke m te fè ak tout pèp la.
And I took my rod that was called Beauty, and I cut it asunder to make void my covenant, which I had made with all people.
11 Konsa, li te kraze nan jou sa a. Epi konsa, aflije nan bann mouton yo ki t ap gade mwen an, te vin konprann ke se te pawòl SENYÈ a.
And it was made void in that day: and so the poor of the flock that keep for me, understood that it is the word of the Lord.
12 Mwen te di yo: “Si sa bon nan zye nou, peye m salè mwen an, men si se pa sa, pa okipe w.” Konsa, yo te peze trant sik ajan kòm salè mwen an.
And I said to them: If it be good in your eyes, bring hither my wages: and if not, be quiet. And they weighed for my wages thirty pieces of silver.
13 Konsa, SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Jete sa vè bòs potye a—pri manyifik valè M ki te estime pa yo menm nan!” Konsa, mwen te pran trant sik ajan, e mwen te jete yo vè bòs potye a, lakay SENYÈ a.
And the Lord said to me: Cast it to the statuary, a handsome price, that I was prized at by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and I cast them into the house of the Lord to the statuary.
14 Epi mwen te koupe an mòso dezyèm baton ki rele Tèt Ansanm nan, pou kraze fratènite ki te egziste antre Juda ak Israël la.
And I cut off my second rod that was called a Cord, that I might break the brotherhood between Juda and Israel.
15 SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Pran ankò pou ou menm, enstriman a yon bèje ki san konprann.
And the Lord said to me: Take to thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
16 Paske, gade byen, Mwen ap fè leve yon bèje nan peyi a, yon bèje ki p ap vizite sila ke yo koupe retire yo, ni chache sila ke yo gaye yo, ni geri sila ki aflije a, ni nouri sila ki ansante a, men li va devore chè a mouton gra yo, e li va menm chire retire zago yo.
For behold I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who shall not visit what is forsaken, nor seek what is scattered, nor heal what is broken, nor nourish that which standeth, and he shall eat the flesh of the fat ones, and break their hoofs.
17 Malè a bèje san valè ki abandone bann mouton an! Nepe va sou bra li ak sou zye dwat li! Bra li va vin seche nèt e zye dwat la va vin avèg nèt.”
O shepherd, and idol, that forsaketh the flock: the sword upon his arm and upon his right eye: his arm shall quite wither away, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened.
