Jonas 4
1 Jonas pa t' kontan menm lè li wè sa, sa te fè l' fache anpil.
But this seemed very wrong to Jonah and he became angry.
2 Li lapriyè Seyè a, li di l' konsa: -Aa Seyè! Men sa m' t'ap di a wi, lè m' te nan peyi m' lan. Se sa menm wi, mwen pa t' vle rive a. Se poutèt sa mwen te vle al kache nan peyi Tasis. Mwen konnen ou: Ou se yon Bondye ki gen bon kè, ki gen pitye pou nou. Ou pa fè kòlè fasil, ou pa janm sispann renmen nou, se vre. Ou toujou pare pou padonnen moun, pou chanje lide pou ou pa pini yo.
He prayed to the Lord and said, ‘Ah, Lord, wasn’t this what I said when I was still in my own country? That was why I fled at once to Tarshish; for I knew that you are a gracious and merciful God, patient, and loving and ready to forgive.
3 Koulye a, Seyè, ou mèt tou touye m' fini ak sa. M' pito mouri pase pou m' viv pou m' wè bagay sa a devan je m'!
Therefore, Lord, I beg you, take my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live!’
4 Seyè a reponn li: -Ki rezon ou genyen pou ou fache konsa?
But the Lord said, ‘Are you doing right in being angry?’
5 Jonas kite lavil la, li ale sou bò solèy leve, li chita. Lèfini, li fè yon tonèl, li chita nan lonbraj anba tonèl la, l'ap tann pou l' wè sa ki pral rive nan lavil la.
Then Jonah went out of the city and sat down on the east side, and there made a hut for himself and sat under it, waiting to see what would become of the city.
6 Lè sa a, Seyè a, Bondye a, fè yon ti pye masketi pouse. Li fè l' rive yon ti wotè pi wo pase Jonas pou mete yon ti lonbraj sou tèt li, pou li ka santi l' pi alèz. Jonas te kontan anpil lè li wè pye masketi a.
And the Lord arranged for a bush to grow up over Jonah as a shade for his head to make him comfortable. The bush gave Jonah great pleasure;
7 Men, nan denmen maten, anvan bajou kase, Bondye fè yon mawoka pike pye masketi a. Pye masketi a mouri.
but at dawn the next day God arranged for a worm which attacked the bush, so that it wilted.
8 Lèfini, lè solèy fin leve, Bondye fè yon sèl van lès soufle byen cho. Jonas te prèt pou pèdi konesans avèk chalè solèy la ki t'ap bat li sou tèt. Msye mande mouri, li di konsa: -Pito m' tou mouri m' fini ak sa!
And when the sun rose, God arranged a hot east wind. And the sun beat upon Jonah’s head, so that he was faint and begged that he might die, saying, ‘It is better for me to die than to live.’
9 Men, Bondye mande l' konsa: -Jonas, ou kwè ou gen rezon fache konsa pou yon ti pye masketi? Jonas reponn li: -Wi. Mwen gen rezon fache. M' fache pou m' mouri.
But God said to Jonah, ‘Are you doing right in being angry about the bush?’ He replied, ‘I have every right to be as angry as I could possibly be!’
10 Lè sa a, Seyè a reponn li: -An! Ou pran lapenn pou yon ti pye masketi ki pa koute ou anyen. Se pa ou ki te fè l' grandi. Li pran yon sèl nwit pou l' grandi. Apre yon sèl jou, li mouri.
The Lord said, ‘You care about a bush which has cost you no trouble and which you have not made grow, which came up in a night and wilted in a night.
11 Epi ou pa ta vle m' pran lapenn pou lavil Niniv, gwo kapital sa a, kote ki gen depase sanven mil (120.000) timoun inonsan, moun ki pa konnen ni sa ki byen ni sa ki mal, ansanm ak yon kantite bèt!
Should I not care for the great city Nineveh, in which there are one hundred and twenty thousand people who do not know their right hand from their left; and many cattle too?’
