Jeremi 10
1 Men, koute sa Seyè a di sou nou, nou menm moun pèp Izrayèl yo.
Hear the word which the LORD speaks to you, house of Israel!
2 Li di konsa: -Piga nou swiv lòt nasyon yo. Nou pa bezwen pèdi tèt nou lè nou wè siy nan syèl la. Se moun lòt nasyon yo ki pou pè lè konsa.
The LORD says, “Don’t learn the way of the nations, and don’t be dismayed at the signs of the sky; for the nations are dismayed at them.
3 Relijyon moun sa yo pa vo anyen. Yo koupe yon pyebwa nan rakbwa, yo fè yon bòs atizan travay li ak sizo.
For the customs of the peoples are vanity; for one cuts a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman with the axe.
4 Yo dekore l' ak ajan, ak lò. Yo pran mato ak klou yo kloure l' pou fè l' kanpe pou l' pa tonbe.
They deck it with silver and with gold. They fasten it with nails and with hammers, so that it can’t move.
5 Bondye sa yo kanpe tankou pikèt nan jaden konkonm. Yo pa ka pale. Se pote pou yo pote yo, paske yo pa ka mache. Nou pa bezwen pè yo, yo pa ka fè anyen ni an byen ni an mal.
They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don’t speak. They must be carried, because they can’t move. Don’t be afraid of them; for they can’t do evil, neither is it in them to do good.”
6 Seyè, pa gen tankou ou! Ou gen pouvwa. Yo respekte ou pou sa ou fè.
There is no one like you, LORD. You are great, and your name is great in might.
7 Ou se wa tout nasyon. Ki moun ki pa ta gen krentif pou ou! Nan tout moun lespri ki sou latè, nan tout chèf yo, pa gen tankou ou!
Who shouldn’t fear you, King of the nations? For it belongs to you. Because amongst all the wise men of the nations, and in all their royal estate, there is no one like you.
8 Yo tout se yon bann egare san konprann. Kisa zidòl bwa yo ka moutre yo pase sa?
But they are together brutish and foolish, instructed by idols! It is just wood.
9 Ajan an, se nan peyi Tasis li soti an fèy plat. Lò a soti nan peyi Oufaz. Tou sa se travay bòs atizan ak bòs fòjon. Yo pran twal violèt ak twal wouj pou fè rad mete sou zidòl yo. Sa tou, se atizan ki fè yo ak men.
There is silver beaten into plates, which is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the engraver and of the hands of the goldsmith. Their clothing is blue and purple. They are all the work of skilful men.
10 Men ou menm Seyè, ou se Bondye tout bon an, Bondye vivan an, Wa ki la pou tout tan an. Lè ou ankòlè, tout latè pran tranble, nasyon yo pa ka sipòte.
But the LORD is the true God. He is the living God, and an everlasting King. At his wrath, the earth trembles. The nations aren’t able to withstand his indignation.
11 Nou menm, moun pèp Izrayèl yo, n'a di moun lòt nasyon yo konsa: Tout bondye sa yo ki pa t' fè syèl la ak latè a pral disparèt sou latè, yo yonn p'ap rete anba syèl la.
“You shall say this to them: ‘The gods that have not made the heavens and the earth will perish from the earth, and from under the heavens.’”
12 Seyè a te fè latè ak fòs pouvwa li. Li kreye dènye bagay ak bon konprann li. Avèk entèlijans li, li louvri syèl la anwo latè.
God has made the earth by his power. He has established the world by his wisdom, and by his understanding has he stretched out the heavens.
13 Li pase lòd, epi dlo ki anwo syèl la pran gwonde. Li fè gwo nwaj yo moute soti toupatou. Li fè zèklè yo klere pou fè lapli vini. Li fè van yo soti kote li te sere yo.
When he utters his voice, the waters in the heavens roar, and he causes the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth. He makes lightnings for the rain, and brings the wind out of his treasuries.
14 Lè konsa tout moun rete egare, yo pa konprann anyen. Moun k'ap fè zidòl yo wont sa yo fè a, paske bondye yo fè yo se fo bondye yo ye, yo pa gen lavi nan yo.
Every man has become brutish and without knowledge. Every goldsmith is disappointed by his engraved image; for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.
15 Yo pa vo anyen. Yo bon pou pase nan betiz. Y'ap disparèt lè Seyè a ap vin regle ak yo.
They are vanity, a work of delusion. In the time of their visitation they will perish.
16 Men, Bondye Jakòb la pa tankou yo. Se li menm ki fè tout bagay. Li chwazi pèp Izrayèl la pou rele l' pa l'. Seyè ki gen tout pouvwa a, se konsa yo rele l'.
The portion of Jacob is not like these; for he is the maker of all things; and Israel is the tribe of his inheritance. The LORD of Hosts is his name.
17 Nou menm moun lavil Jerizalèm, lènmi sènen nou toupatou. Ranmase pakèt nou!
Gather up your wares out of the land, you who live under siege.
18 Men sa Seyè a di nou: Fwa sa a mwen pral mete nou deyò nan peyi a. M'ap bare chemen nou pou nou yonn pa chape.
For the LORD says, “Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may feel it.”
19 Moun Jerizalèm yo rele: -Ki malè sa a pou nou! Nou pran! Pa gen anyen ki ka sove nou! Nou te kwè se yon malè nou ta ka sipòte.
Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said, “Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”
20 Yo ravaje tout tant nou yo. Yo koupe tout kòd ki te kenbe yo. Nou pèdi tout pitit nou yo, yo pote yo ale. Pa gen pesonn pou mete tant nou yo kanpe ankò, pesonn pou moute rido nou yo.
My tent has been destroyed, and all my cords are broken. My children have gone away from me, and they are no more. There is no one to spread my tent any more, to set up my curtains.
21 Mwen reponn: -Chèf nou yo fin pèdi tèt yo. Yo pa mande Bondye konsèy. Se poutèt sa yo pa t' kapab fè anyen. Yo kite pèp la andebandad.
For the shepherds have become brutish, and have not enquired of the LORD. Therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks have scattered.
22 Koute non! Nouvèl la ap kouri vini! Gen yon gwo mouvman nan peyi bò nò a. Lame l' yo pral fè lavil peyi Jida yo tounen mazi, kote bèt nan bwa rete.
The voice of news, behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling place of jackals.
23 Seyè, mwen konnen pesonn pa mèt tèt yo, pesonn pa ka kontwole kote yo prale.
LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself. It is not in man who walks to direct his steps.
24 Korije pèp ou a, Seyè. Men, pa peze l' twòp! Pa fè kòlè sou li, paske w'a fini avè l'.
LORD, correct me, but gently; not in your anger, lest you reduce me to nothing.
25 Mete ou ankòlè sou nasyon ki pa konnen ou yo, sou pèp ki p'ap sèvi ou yo. Paske se yo menm k'ap fin touye pitit Jakòb yo. Y'ap touye yo nèt. Yo fin ravaje peyi kote nou rete a.
Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, and on the families that don’t call on your name; for they have devoured Jacob. Yes, they have devoured him, consumed him, and have laid waste his habitation.
