Jeremiah 20
1 When Pashhur the priest, the son of Immer and the chief official in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
Awo Pasukuli eyali kabona mutabani wa Immeri, eyali omukulu mu yeekaalu ya Mukama, yawulira nga Yeremiya awa obubaka buno,
2 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.
n’alagira Yeremiya akubibwe. N’asibibwa mu nvuba eyali mu mulyango ogw’ekyengulu ogwa Benyamini ku yeekaalu ya Mukama.
3 The next day, when Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD does not call you Pashhur, but Magor-missabib.
Olunaku olwaddirira, nga Pasukuli amusumuludde mu nvuba, Yeremiya n’amugamba nti, “Mukama takyakuyita Pasukuli, naye Magolumissabibu.
4 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.
Kubanga bw’ati bw’ayogera Mukama nti, ‘Laba, ndikufuula eky’entiisa, ekikangabwa, eri ggwe n’eri mikwano gyo bonna; era balifa ekitala ky’abalabe baabwe, n’amaaso go galikiraba, era Yuda yonna ndigiwaayo mu mukono gwa kabaka w’e Babulooni, alibatwala e Babulooni oba okubattisa ekitala.
5 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.
Era ndigabula obugagga bw’ekibuga kino bwonna obulimu, n’eby’omuwendo omungi era n’eby’obugagga byonna ebya bakabaka ba Yuda mu mukono gw’abalabe baabwe. Balibutwala babwetikke ng’omunyago mu Babulooni.
6 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.’”
Era ggwe Pasukuli, era n’abo bonna ab’omu nnyumba yo balitwalibwa mu busibe, e Babulooni. Eyo gy’olifiira era oziikibwe, ggwe ne mikwano gyo bonna b’otegeezezza obunnabbi obw’obulimba.’”
7 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.
Ayi Mukama, wannimba era n’ennimbibwa, wansinza amaanyi n’ompangula. Nvumibwa okuva ku makya okuzibya obudde, buli muntu ankudaalira.
8 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.
Buli lwe njogera, ndeekaana ne nnangirira akatabanguko n’okuzikirira. Kale ekigambo kya Mukama kindeetera kuvumwa na kusekererwa buli lunaku.
9 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.
Naye bwe ŋŋamba nti, “Sijja kumwogerako oba okweyongera okwogera mu linnya lye,” ekigambo kye mu mutima gwange kiri ng’omuliro ogwaka, ogukwekeddwa mu magumba gange. Nkooye okukizibiikiriza era ddala sisobola.
10 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.”
Mpulira bangi nga beegeya nti, “Akabi kali enjuuyi zonna. Mumuloope. Leka naffe tumuloope.” Mikwano gyange bonna banninda ngwe, nga bagamba nti, “Oboolyawo anaasobya, tumugweko tuwoolere eggwanga.”
11 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.
Naye Mukama ali nange ng’omulwanyi ow’amaanyi ow’entiisa, kale abanjigganya kyebaliva bagwa ne bataddayo kuyimirira. Baakulemererwa era baswalire ddala n’okuswala kwabwe tekulyerabirwa emirembe gyonna.
12 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.
Ayi Mukama Katonda ow’Eggye oyo agezesa abatuukirivu, alaba ebiri munda mu mitima era n’ebirowoozo, kale leka ndabe bw’obawoolererako eggwanga, kubanga ensonga zange nzitadde mu mikono gyo.
13 Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For He rescues the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
Muyimbire Mukama Katonda. Mumuwe ettendo. Kubanga awonyezza obulamu bw’omunaku mu mikono gy’abo abakozi b’ebibi.
14 Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
Lukolimirwe olunaku kwe nazaalirwa! Olunaku mmange kwe yanzaalira luleme kuweebwa mukisa!
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, saying, “A son is born to you,” bringing him great joy.
Akolimirwe eyaleetera kitange amawulire, agaamusanyusa ennyo, ng’agamba nti, “Omwana omulenzi akuzaaliddwa.”
16 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,
Omusajja oyo abeere ng’ebibuga Mukama bye yamenyaamenya awatali kusaasira kwonna. Okukaaba kuwulirwe ku makya, ne nduulu z’abalwanyi mu ttuntu.
17 because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
Yandinzitidde mu lubuto lwa mmange. Mmange yandibadde entaana yange, olubuto lwe ne luba lunene emirembe gyonna.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?
Lwaki nava mu lubuto okulaba emitawaana n’obuyinike era ennaku zange ne nzimala mu buswavu?
