Zekaria 11
1 Yaye Lebanon, yaw dhorangeyeni, mondo mach owangʼ yiendeni mag sida!
Open, O Lebanon, your doors, And fire devours among your cedars.
2 Yaye yiend obudo, go nduru, nimar yiend sida osepodho; kendo yiende maboyo mabeyo oselwar piny. Un yiend ober mag Bashan; go nduru, nimar bungu ma yien ngʼenyie osebet oko.
Howl, O fir, for the cedar has fallen, For their majestic ones were destroyed, Howl, you oaks of Bashan, For the enclosed forest has come down,
3 Winjeuru ywak mar jokwath; nimar kuondegi mabeyo mag kwath osekethi. Winjeuru kaka sibuoche ruto, nimar bunge mag Jordan ma gidakie osekethi!
A voice of the howling of the shepherds! For their robe of honor was destroyed, A voice of the roaring of young lions! For the excellence of Jordan was destroyed.
4 Ma e gima Jehova Nyasaye ma Nyasacha wacho: “Kwa rombe moiki ne yengʼo.
Thus said my God YHWH: “Feed the flock of the slaughter,
5 Joma ngʼiewogi negogi kendo gidhi ma ok okumgi. Giloko ring-gi pesa kendo giwacho ni, ‘Opak Jehova Nyasaye nikech wasemewo!’ Jokwadhgi giwegi bende ok kechgi.”
Whose buyers slay them, and are not guilty, And their sellers say, Blessed [is] YHWH, And I am rich, And their shepherds have no pity on them.
6 Jehova Nyasaye wacho niya, “Nikech koro ok abi kecho joma odak e piny, abiro chiwo ngʼato ka ngʼato e lwet ngʼat ma gidakgo machiegni kaachiel gi ruodhe. Gibiro sando piny, kendo ok anaresgi e lwetgi.”
For I no longer have pity on inhabitants of the land, A declaration of YHWH, And behold, I am causing man to come forth, Each into the hand of his neighbor, And into the hand of his king, And they have beaten down the land, And I do not deliver out of their hand.”
7 Omiyo, ne adoko jakwadh rombe mane oiki ne yengʼo, to moloyo, rombe mago mane isando. Eka nakawo ludhe ariyo, ma achiel kuomgi nachako ni Ngʼwono, to machielo nachako ni Riwruok, kendo nadoko jakwadh rombego.
And I feed the flock of slaughter, even you, you afflicted of the flock; and I take two staffs to myself; I have called one Pleasantness, and I have called the other Bands, and I feed the flock.
8 E dwe achiel nariembo jokwath adekgo. Ne gijoga kendo ne asin kodgi
And I cut off the three shepherds in one month, and my soul is grieved with them, and also their soul has abhorred me.
9 mi awacho niya, “Ok abi bedo jakwadhu. We joma tho otho, kendo we joma lal olal. Joma odongʼ to mondo ocham ringre jowetegi.”
And I say, “I do not feed you, the dying, let die; and the cut off, let be cut off; and the remaining ones, let each eat the flesh of its neighbor.”
10 Eka nakawo ludha miluongo ni Ngʼwono mine ature, ka aketho winjruok mane asetimo motelo gi pinje duto.
And I take my staff Pleasantness, and cut it apart, to make void my covenant that I had made with all the peoples:
11 Ne oketh winjruokno chiengʼno, kendo mano nomiyo joma ne isando mane ranga nongʼeyo ni ne en wach Jehova Nyasaye.
and it is broken in that day, and the afflicted of the flock who are observing me know well, that it [is] a word of YHWH.
12 Nanyisogi niya, “Ka uparo ni en gima ber, to miyauru misacha, to ka ok kamano to beduru kode.” Omiyo ne gichula pesa mamingli mag fedha moromo piero adek.
And I say to them: “If good in your eyes, give my hire, and if not, refrain”; and they weigh out my hire—thirty pieces of silver.
13 Eka Jehova Nyasaye nowachona niya, “Chiw pok mar fedha piero adekgo mane giparo ni ema oromo gi jachwe agulni!” Omiyo nakawo fedha piero adekgo mi amiyo jachwe agulni e od Jehova Nyasaye.
And YHWH says to me, “Cast it to the potter”; the good price that I have been prized at by them, and I take the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them [into] the house of YHWH, to the potter.
14 Eka naturo ludha machielo miluongo ni riwruok, mi wat manie kind Juda gi Israel nokethore.
And I cut apart my second staff, Bands, To break the unity between Judah and Israel.
15 Bangʼ mano Jehova Nyasaye nowacho niya, “Kaw kendo ludheni mag kwath mondo ibed jakwath mofuwo.
And YHWH says to me, “Again take to yourself the instrument of a foolish shepherd.
16 Nimar abiro kelo jakwath moro machielo e piny ma ok bi dewo rombe molal, kata manyo rombe matindo, kata thiedho mago matuo, kata pidho mago ma dendgi ber, to kar timo kamano, to obiro chamo mago machwe kochamo nyaka orenge mag-gi.
For behold, I am raising up a shepherd in the land, The cut off he does not inspect, The shaken off he does not seek, And the broken he does not heal, The standing he does not sustain, And the flesh of the fat he eats, And their hooves he breaks off.
17 “Inine malit in jakwath manono ma jwangʼo rombe! Jakwath ma kamano onego bedene tal kendo wangʼe ma korachwich ochor! Mad bedene tal, kendo wangʼe ma korachwich ochor chuth!”
Woe [to] the worthless shepherd, forsaking the flock, A sword [is] on his arm, and on his right eye, His arm is utterly dried up, And his right eye is very dim!”
