Zechariah 11

1 Open thy doores, O Lebanon, and the fire shall deuoure thy cedars.

Ouvri pòt ou yo, O Liban, pou dife ka devore bwa sèd ou yo.

2 Houle, firre trees: for the cedar is fallen, because all the mightie are destroyed: houle ye, O okes of Bashan, for ye defesed forest is cut downe.

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.

3 There is the voyce of the houling of the shepherdes: for their glorie is destroyed: the voyce of ye roaring of lyons whelpes: for the pride of Iorden is destroyed.

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.

4 Thus sayeth the Lord my God, Feede the sheepe of the slaughter.

Konsa pale SENYÈ a, Bondye mwen an: “Nouri bann mouton k apkòche a.

5 They that possesse them, slay them and sinne not: and they that sell them, say, Blessed be the Lord: for I am riche, and their owne shepherds spare them not.

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.

6 Surely I wil no more spare those that dwell in the land, sayth the Lord: but loe, I will deliuer the men euery one into his neighbours hand, and into the hand of his King: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hands I wil not deliuer them.

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.”

7 For I fed the sheepe of slaughter, euen the poore of the flocke, and I tooke vnto me two staues: the one I called Beautie, and the other I called Bandes, and I fed the sheepe.

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.

8 Three shepherdes also I cut off in one moneth, and my soule lothed them, and their soule abhorred me.

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.

9 Then said I, I will not feede you: that that dyeth, let it dye: and that that perisheth, let it perish: and let the remnant eate, euery one the flesh of his neighbour.

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.”

10 And I tooke my staffe, euen Beautie, and brake it, that I might disanull my couenant, which I had made with all people.

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.

11 And it was broken in that day: and so the poore of the sheepe that waited vpon me, knew that it was the worde of the Lord.

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.

12 And I said vnto them, If ye thinke it good, giue me my wages: and if no, leaue off: so they weighed for my wages thirtie pieces of siluer.

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.

13 And the Lord said vnto me, Cast it vnto the potter: a goodly price, that I was valued at of them. And I tooke the thirtie pieces of siluer, and cast them to the potter in the house of the Lord.

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.

14 Then brake I mine other staffe, euen the Bandes, that I might dissolue the brotherhood betweene Iudah and Israel.

Epi mwen te koupe an mòso dezyèm baton ki rele Tèt Ansanm nan, pou kraze fratènite ki te egziste antre Juda ak Israël la.

15 And the Lord said vnto me, Take to thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepheard.

SENYÈ a te di mwen: “Pran ankò pou ou menm, enstriman a yon bèje ki san konprann.

16 For loe, I will rayse vp a shepheard in the land, which shall not looke for the thing, that is lost, nor seeke the tender lambes, nor heale that that is hurt, nor feede that that standeth vp: but he shall eate the flesh of the fat, and teare their clawes in pieces.

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.

17 O idole shepheard that leaueth the flocke: the sword shalbe vpon his arme, and vpon his right eye. His arme shall be cleane dryed vp, and his right eye shall be vtterly darkened.

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.”