Jeremia 20
1 Ka jadolo Pashur wuod Imer, jatelo maduongʼ manie hekalu mar Jehova Nyasaye, nowinjo Jeremia kakoro gigie,
When Pashhur the priest, the son of Immer and the chief official in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
2 nomiyo Jeremia janabi ogo mi otweye e lodi mar Dhorangach Mamalo mar Benjamin mantiere e hekalu mar Jehova Nyasaye.
he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of the LORD.
3 Kinyne, ka Pashur nogonye e lodi, Jeremia nowachone niya, “Jehova Nyasaye ok luongi ni Pashur, to oluongi ni Magor-Misabib.
The next day, when Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD does not call you Pashhur, but Magor-missabib.
4 Nimar ma e gima Jehova Nyasaye wacho: ‘Anami ibed masira ni in iwuon kaachiel gi osiepeni duto; gi wengeni iwuon ininegi ka inegogi gi ligangla mar wasikgi. Anachiw jo-Juda duto ni ruodh Babulon, manotergi e piny Babulon kata negogi gi ligangla.
For this is what the LORD says: ‘I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies before your very eyes. And I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon, and he will carry them away to Babylon and put them to the sword.
5 Anami wasikgi mwandu duto mar dala maduongʼni gige duto moloso, gige duto ma nengogi tek kod mwandu duto mokan mag ruodhi Juda. Ginikawgi kaka gima opee mi notingʼ-gi ka iterogi Babulon.
I will give away all the wealth of this city—all its products and valuables, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah—to their enemies. They will plunder them, seize them, and carry them off to Babylon.
6 To in, Pashur, kod jogo duto modak e odi noteru e twech Babulon. Kanyo unuthoe kendo noyiku, in kod osiepeni duto mane isekoronegi miriambo.’”
And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon, and there you will die and be buried—you and all your friends to whom you have prophesied these lies.’”
7 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye, ne iwuonda kendo nowuonda; ne ihewa kendo iloya giteko. Itugo koda odiechiengʼ mangima; kendo ji duto nyiera.
You have deceived me, O LORD, and I was deceived. You have overcome me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.
8 Sa moro amora ma awuoyo, aywak ka goyo milome mar lweny kod kethruok. Omiyo wach Jehova Nyasaye osekelona ayany kod wichkuot odiechiengʼ mangima.
For whenever I speak, I cry out; I proclaim violence and destruction. For the word of the LORD has become to me a reproach and derision all day long.
9 To ka awacho. “Ok analuonge kata wuoyo kendo e nyinge,” wachne chalo mach e chunya, mana ka mach marewo chokega. Aol gi tingʼe e chunya; adier, ok anyal.
If I say, “I will not mention Him or speak any more in His name,” His message becomes a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones, and I become weary of holding it in, and I cannot prevail.
10 Awinjo ji mangʼeny kakwodho wach, “Bwok nitie koni gi koni! Wadonjneuru! Wadonjneuru!” Osiepena duto rito mondo dhoga okier, kagiwacho, “Sa moro inyalo wuonde; eka bangʼe wanapodh kuome kendo wanachul kuor kuome.”
For I have heard the whispering of many: “Terror is on every side! Report him; let us report him!” All my trusted friends watch for my fall: “Perhaps he will be deceived so that we may prevail against him and take our vengeance upon him.”
11 To Jehova Nyasaye ni koda kaka jalweny maratego; omiyo jogo masanda nochwanyre kendo ok giniloya. Ok ginilo kendo ginibedi gi wichkuot malich; wichkuot margi wich ok nowil godo.
But the LORD is with me like a fearsome warrior. Therefore, my persecutors will stumble and will not prevail. Since they have not succeeded, they will be utterly put to shame, with an everlasting disgrace that will never be forgotten.
12 Yaye Jehova Nyasaye Maratego, in ngʼatno manono joma ratiro, kendo manyo matut mar chuny kod paro, mad iol gero mari kuomgi, nimar ne in asetieko kora.
O LORD of Hosts, who examines the righteous, who sees the heart and mind, let me see Your vengeance upon them, for to You I have committed my cause.
13 Werne Jehova Nyasaye! Pak Jehova Nyasaye! Oreso ngima joma nigidwaro, e lwet joma timbegi mono.
Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For He rescues the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
14 Okwongʼ chiengʼ mane onywola! Mad odiechiengʼ mane minwa onywola kik gwedhi!
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
15 Okwongʼ ngʼatno mane okelone wuonwa wach, manomiye obedo gi mor, kowacho, “Nyathi monywolni en wuowi!”
Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, saying, “A son is born to you,” bringing him great joy.
16 Mad ngʼatno chal gi mier mane Jehova Nyasaye owito oko maonge ngʼwono. Mad owinj dengo gokinyi kod ywak mar kedo e dier odiechiengʼ tir.
May that man be like the cities that the LORD overthrew without compassion. May he hear an outcry in the morning and a battle cry at noon,
17 Nimar ne ok onega e ich, ka ii minwa bedo kaka bur miika, noyawre nyaka chiengʼ.
because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
18 Angʼo momiyo ne awuok e ich mondo ane thagruok kod lit, kendo atiek odiechiengega e wichkuot?
Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?
