Miche 4

1 Yon tan gen pou rive! Lè sa a, mòn kote tanp lan ye a va pi wo pase tout lòt mòn yo. L'ap kanpe byen wo nan mitan mòn yo. Moun va soti an kantite toupatou vin sou li.

In the days to come the mountain of the Lord will be established, the house of our God on the top of the mountain, lifted above the hills. All the nations will flow to it,

2 Anpil moun lòt nasyon va vini, y'a di: Ann ale sou mòn Seyè a! Ann ale nan tanp Bondye pèp Izrayèl la! L'a moutre nou jan li vle nou viv la. Konsa, n'a mache nan chemen l'a mete devan nou an. Paske, Seyè a rete sou mòn Siyon an, l'ap bay lòd li. Seyè a rete lavil Jerizalèm, l'ap pale ak pèp li a.

and many peoples will go and say, ‘Come, let us go up to the Lord’s mount, to the house of the God of Jacob, so that he may instruct us in his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.’ For from Zion proceeds instruction and the Lord’s word from Jerusalem.

3 L'ap regle kont nasyon yo gen yonn ak lòt, l'ap sèvi jij pou gwo peyi ki byen lwen. Y'ap pran mato, y'ap fè zam yo tounen zouti pou travay tè. Y'ap fè nepe yo tounen sèpèt. Nasyon yo p'ap fè lagè yonn ak lòt ankò. Yo p'ap janm aprann fè lagè ankò.

He will arbitrate between many peoples, and render decisions for numerous nations, They will beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not lift up sword against nation, they will learn war no more.

4 Tout moun va viv ak kè poze anba tonèl rezen yo, anba pye fig frans yo. Pesonn p'ap chache yo kont. Sa se pawòl ki soti nan bouch Seyè a!

They will live each under his vine, and under his fig tree, with none to terrify them. For the mouth of the Lord of hosts has spoken.

5 Chak nasyon ap viv dapre lòd bondye pa yo ba yo. Men nou menm, n'ap viv dapre lòd Seyè a, Bondye nou an, pou tout tan tout tan.

Each nation trusts in the names of their gods, but we will worship the Lord our God forever.

6 Seyè a di: Yon tan ap vini. Lè sa a, m'a aji avèk pèp mwen an tankou yon gadò. M' aval chache moun ki t'ap bwete yo. M'a ranmase moun yo te chase byen lwen yo, moun mwen te pini yo.

‘On that day,’ says the Lord, ‘I will assemble the lame. I will gather exiles I punished.

7 Avèk sa ki t'ap bwete yo, m'a mete peyi a kanpe ankò. M'a fè moun yo te depòte yo tounen yon gwo nasyon. Mwen menm, Seyè a, m'a gouvènen yo sou tèt mòn Siyon an, depi jou sa a jouk sa kaba.

I will restore the lame as a remnant, the exiles into a great nation. The Lord will rule over them on Mount Zion from that time forever.’

8 Ou menm, lavil Jerizalèm kote Bondye rete pou l' veye bann mouton l' yo, ou menm, ti mòn Ofèl kote moun Siyon yo rete a, ou gen pou tounen kapital peyi a ankò kote wa moun Jerizalèm yo ye a, jan sa te ye nan tan lontan an.

But you, watchtower for the flock, hill of the daughter of Zion, to you will return your former rule.

9 Koulye a, poukisa w'ap rele fò konsa? Se paske ou pèdi wa ou la? Poukisa w'ap plenn konsa tankou yon fanm ki gen tranche? Se paske moun ki te konn ba ou konsèy la mouri?

So why do you now cry aloud? Haven’t you any king? Or has your counsellor perished, so you writhe in pain like a woman in labour?

10 Tòde kò nou, nou menm moun lavil Jerizalèm! Plenn tankou fanm ki sou choukèt! Paske, koulye a nou pral soti kite lavil la, nou pral rete nan bwa. N'a rive jouk lavil Babilòn. Men, antan nou la, y'a vin delivre nou. Seyè a ap vin wete nou nan men lènmi nou yo.

Writhe and scream, daughter of Zion, like a woman in labour! For now you must leave the city and camp in the open field. You will be taken to Babylon, but there will be rescued. There the Lord will save you from the hands of your foes.

11 Anpil nasyon ap reyini pou atake nou. Y'ap di konsa: Se pou yo avili lavil Jerizalèm. Se pou nou wè lavil Siyon an kraze nèt.

But now many nations gather against you. They say, ‘Let her be defiled, we will gloat over Zion.’

12 Men, moun sa yo pa konnen lide Bondye gen nan tèt li. Yo pa konprann plan travay li. Li te sanble yo pou l' ka pini yo tankou lè yo sanble pwa sou glasi anvan yo bat yo.

But they do not know the thoughts of the Lord. They do not understand his plan, for he has gathered them like sheaves for the threshing floor.

13 Seyè a di: Nou menm moun lavil Siyon, leve non! Foule lènmi nou yo anba pye nou! M'ap ban nou fòs, n'ap tankou towo bèf ki gen kòn ak zago fè. N'ap kraze anpil nasyon an miyèt moso. N'a pran tou sa yo genyen ansanm ak tout richès yo, n'a ofri yo ban mwen, mwen menm Seyè a, ki mèt tout latè.

‘Arise, thresh, daughter of Zion. I will make your horns iron, and your hoofs brass, so you might beat in pieces many peoples, and devote to the Lord their spoil, and their wealth to the ruler of all the earth.