Oze 13
1 Nan tan lontan, lè moun Efrayim yo te pale, tout moun te pran tranble. Yo te rive chèf sou tout lòt branch fanmi Izrayèl la. Men, y' al fè sa ki mal. Y' al adore Baal. Se poutèt sa yo pèdi pye.
When Ephraim used to speak there was trembling; a prince was he in Israel. But he incurred guilt through Baal and died.
2 Jouk koulye a, y'ap fè peche toujou. Y'ap pran kwiv, y'ap fonn li pou fè estati zidòl. Y'ap fè bèl zidòl an ajan jan yo konnen. Tou sa se travay atizan fè ak men yo. Apre sa yo di: Ann ofri bèt pou touye ba yo! Koulye a nou wè se moun k'ap bo estati bèf!
And now they go on sinning. They make for themselves molten gods – idols of silver, skilfully made, wholly the work of smiths. Yet to such they sacrifice! And they who sacrifice kiss calf idols!
3 Konsa, moun sa yo ap disparèt tankou yon vapè ki leve granmaten, tankou lawouze lè solèy fin leve. Y'ap tankou pay van an ap leve soti sou glasi. Y'ap tankou lafimen k'ap soti nan yon fetay kizin.
Therefore they shall be like the morning mist, like the dew that early disappears, like the chaff which blows away from the threshing floor, like the smoke from the window.
4 Seyè a di ankò: Se mwen menm ki Seyè a, Bondye ou la. Se mwen menm ki te fè soti kite peyi Lejip. Ou pa konn lòt bondye pase mwen menm. Se mwen menm ase ki ka sove ou.
Yet it was I, the Lord your God, ever since the land of Egypt, you know no other god but me, nor has there been any saviour except me.
5 Mwen te okipe ou lè ou te nan dezè a, nan peyi ki pa gen dlo menm lan.
It was I who shepherded you in the wilderness, in the land of burning heat.
6 Men, lè yo rive nan peyi ki gen bon tè a, yo manje plen vant yo, lògèy vire tèt yo, se konsa yo bliye m'.
When they were pastured they became full, when they were full their hearts became proud. Therefore they forgot me!
7 Se poutèt sa, m'ap tonbe sou yo tankou yon lyon. Tankou yon leyopa, mwen pral anbiske kò m' sou wout yo ap tann yo.
So now I will be to them like a lion, like a leopard will I lay in wait by the path.
8 M'ap tonbe sou yo tankou yon manman lous yo pran pitit li. M'ap dechire yo. M'ap devore yo lamenm tankou yon fenmèl lyon. M'ap dechire yo tankou yon bèt nan bwa.
I will fall upon them like a bear robbed of her cubs, I will tear open their chests, like a lion will devour them, and like a wild beast will tear them in pieces.
9 M'ap detwi nou, nou menm pèp Izrayèl la, paske nou vire sou do mwen, mwen menm ki tout sekou nou.
You are destroyed, Israel, by me, your only helper.
10 Nou te mande pou yo ban nou yon wa ansanm ak lòt chèf. Men, kote wa ki pou te sove nou an? Kote tout chèf ki pou te defann nou yo?
I want to rule you! Where are your princes in your cities, those of whom you demanded, ‘Give me kings and princes.’
11 Mwen te fè kòlè, mwen te ban nou wa a. Men, apre sa, nou fè m' fache pi rèd, mwen wete l' nan mitan nou.
I give you kings in my anger, and take them away in my wrath.
12 Mwen make tou sa Efrayim fè ki mal sou papye. Mwen sere l' byen lwen.
Ephrahn’s iniquity is gathered up, his sin is laid by in store.
13 Nan tout malè sa a, Efrayim te gen yon chans ankò pou l' ta sove. Men, li twò sòt, l'ap pèdi chans lan. Se tankou yon ti bebe ki rive sou dat pou l' fèt men ki pa vle soti nan vant manman l'.
The pangs of childbirth come upon him, but he is an unwise child. For this is no time to refuse to leave the womb!
14 Mwen p'ap sove pèp la anba lanmò. Mwen p'ap anpeche yo desann nan peyi kote mò yo ye a. Annavan, lanmò! Vini ak tout malè ou yo! Nou menm ki chèf nan peyi kote mò yo ye a, vin detwi pèp la. Mwen p'ap janm gen pitye pou pèp sa a ankò. (Sheol h7585)
Should I deliver them from the power of Sheol? Should I redeem them from death? Death, where are your plagues? Sheol, where is your pestilence? Compassion is forever hidden from my eyes. (Sheol h7585)
15 Menm si Izrayèl ta fleri tankou wozo bò dlo, m'ap fè yon van leve nan dezè kote solèy leve a, m'ap fè l' vante sou li, l'ap cheche tout sous dlo ak tout fontenn li yo. L'ap pran tout bagay ki gen valè nan byen l' yo, l'ap pote yo ale.
Though he is flourishing among his brothers, there will come an east wind, the Lord’s wind, coming up from the wilderness. His fountain will dry up, his spring shall be parched. The wind will strip the treasury, all the precious things.
16 Peyi Samari a pral peye pou sa l' fè a, paske li te leve sou do Bondye li a. Yo pral mouri nan lagè. Y'ap pran pitit yo, y'ap kraze yo atè, y'ap fann vant fanm ansent yo.
Samaria will bear her guilt, for she has rebelled against her God. They will fall by the sword, their children dashed to pieces, their pregnant women ripped open.
