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,
Bere a Imer a ɔyɛ Awurade asɔredan mu adwumayɛfo so panyin babarima ɔsɔfo Pashur tee sɛ Yeremia rehyɛ nkɔm fa saa nneɛma yi ho no,
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.
ɔma wɔboroo Yeremia, na wɔbɔɔ no dua mu wɔ Benyamin Atifi Pon a ɛwɔ Awurade asɔredan no mu hɔ no.
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.
Ade kyee a Pashur san no no, Yeremia ka kyerɛɛ no se, “Awurade din a ɔde ama wo no nyɛ Pashur na mmom Magormisabib.
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.
Na sɛɛ na Awurade se: ‘Mɛma wo ho ayɛ hu ama wʼankasa ne wo nnamfonom nyinaa, wʼankasa de wʼani behu sɛ wɔtotɔ wɔ wɔn atamfo mfoa ano. Mede Yuda nyinaa bɛma Babiloniahene na wasoa wɔn akɔ Babilonia anaasɛ ɔde afoa bekunkum wɔn.
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.
Mede kuropɔn yi ahode, nʼadwumayɛ so aba, ne nneɛma a ɛsom bo ne Yuda ahemfo nnwetɛbona nyinaa bɛma wɔn atamfo. Wɔbɛfa no sɛ asade akɔ Babilonia.
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.’”
Na wo Pashur, ne wo fifo nyinaa bɛkɔ nnommum mu wɔ Babilonia. Ɛhɔ na wo ne wo nnamfonom a wohyɛɛ wɔn akɔntoro no nyinaa bewuwu na wɔasie mo.’”
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.
Awurade, wodaadaa me na ɛbaa mu saa; wudii me so na wutintim me so. Wodii me ho fɛw da mu nyinaa; na obiara serew me.
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.
Bere biara a mɛkasa no, meteɛ mu, pae mu ka akakabensɛm ne ɔsɛe. Enti Awurade asɛm de ahohora ne nsopa abrɛ me da mu nyinaa.
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.
Sɛ meka se, “Meremmɔ ne din anaa merenkasa wɔ ne din mu” a, nʼasɛm te sɛ ogya wɔ me koma mu, ogya a wɔde ahyɛ me nnompe mu, mabrɛ ne ne kita nokware, merentumi.
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.”
Mete asomsɛm bebree sɛ, “Ehu wɔ baabiara! Montoa no! Momma yɛnkɔtoa no!” Me nnamfonom nyinaa retwɛn sɛ mɛwatiri, na wɔka se, “Ebia wɔbɛdaadaa no; na yɛatumi no atɔ ne so were.”
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.
Nanso Awurade ka me ho sɛ dɔmbarima; enti mʼataafo bɛwatiri na wɔrentumi. Wobedi nkogu na wobegu wɔn anim ase pasaa; wɔn werɛ remfi wɔn nsopa no da.
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.
Asafo Awurade! Wo a wosɔ ɔtreneeni hwɛ na wopɛɛpɛɛ koma ne adwene mu, ma minhu wʼaweretɔ wɔ wɔn so, efisɛ mede mʼasɛm dan wo.
13 Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For He rescues the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers.
Monto dwom mma Awurade! Munyi Awurade ayɛ! Ogye ohiani nkwa fi amumɔyɛfo nsam.
14 Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
Nnome nka da a wɔwoo me! Nhyira mpare da a me na woo me.
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, saying, “A son is born to you,” bringing him great joy.
Nnome nka onipa a ɔbɛbɔɔ mʼagya amanneɛ, nea ɔmaa nʼani gyei, na ɔkae se, “Wɔawo ɔbabarima ama wo!”
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,
Ma saa onipa no nyɛ sɛ nkurow a Awurade tu gui a wannya ahummɔbɔ no. Ma ɔnte osu anɔpa, ne akobɛn nnyigyei owigyinae.
17 because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
Sɛ wankum me wɔ awotwaa mu amma me na anyɛ ɔda amma me no nti, nʼawotwaa yɛɛ kɛse afebɔɔ.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see only trouble and sorrow, and to end my days in shame?
Adɛn koraa na mifii awotwaa mu pue behuu ɔhaw ne awerɛhow na mede aniwu rebewie me nkwa nna yi?
