Ezekiel 2
1 “Son of man,” He said to me, “stand up on your feet and I will speak to you.”
Nowachona niya, “Wuod dhano, aa malo ichungʼ mondo awuo kodi.”
2 And as He spoke to me, the Spirit entered me and set me on my feet, and I heard Him speaking to me.
Ka noyudo owuoyo, Roho mar Nyasaye nobiro kuoma mi ochunga gi tienda, mine awinje kowuoyo koda.
3 “Son of man,” He said to me, “I am sending you to the Israelites, to a rebellious nation that has rebelled against Me. To this very day they and their fathers have rebelled against Me.
Nowacho niya; “Wuod dhano, aori ir jo-Israel. Aori ir oganda ma jongʼanyo. Gin kaachiel gi kweregi gisebedo ka gingʼanyona nyaka kawuono.
4 They are obstinate and stubborn children. I am sending you to them, and you are to say to them, ‘This is what the Lord GOD says.’
Joma aori irgi gin joma wigi tek ma ok winj wach. Wachnegi kama: ‘Ma e gima Jehova Nyasaye Manyalo Gik Moko Duto wacho.’
5 And whether they listen or refuse to listen—for they are a rebellious house—they will know that a prophet has been among them.
Kata giyie winji kata gidagi, nikech gin anywola ma jongʼanyo, to gibiro ngʼeyo ni janabi moro osebet e diergi.
6 But you, son of man, do not be afraid of them or their words. Do not be afraid, though briers and thorns surround you, and you dwell among scorpions. Do not be afraid of their words or dismayed by their presence, though they are a rebellious house.
To in wuod dhano, kik iluorgi, kendo kata wechegi kik iluor. Kik iluor, kata obedo ni pedo gi kuthe oluori koni gi koni, kendo idak kanyachiel gi thomoni; kik iluor gik ma giwacho kendo kata bwok kik gibwogi, kata obedo ni gin anywola mohero ngʼanyo.
7 But speak My words to them, whether they listen or refuse to listen, for they are rebellious.
Nyaka iwachnegi wechena, kata giyie winjo kata gidagi, nikech gihero ngʼanyo.
8 And you, son of man, listen to what I tell you. Do not be rebellious like that rebellious house. Open your mouth and eat what I give you.”
To in, wuod dhano winj gima anyisi. Kik ingʼany kaka jogo mohero ngʼanyo; yaw dhogi mondo icham gima amiyi.”
9 Then I looked and saw a hand reaching out to me, and in it was a scroll,
Eka ne angʼicho, kendo ne aneno lwedo morie kochoma. Lwedono notingʼo ndiko modol,
10 which He unrolled before me. And written on the front and back of it were words of lamentation, mourning, and woe.
mane oyaro e nyima. E bathe koni gi koni ne ondikie weche mag ywagruok gi kuyo kod achiedh-nade.
