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,
Ɛberɛ a Imer a ɔyɛ Awurade asɔredan mu adwumayɛfoɔ so panin babarima ɔsɔfoɔ 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.
ɔmaa wɔboroo Yeremia, na wɔbɔɔ no dua mu wɔ Benyamin Atifi Ɛpono a ɛwɔ Awurade asɔredan no mu hɔ.
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.
Adeɛ kyeeɛ a, Pashur sanee no no, Yeremia ka kyerɛɛ no sɛ, “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 sei na Awurade seɛ: ‘Mɛma wo ho ayɛ hu ama wʼankasa ne wo nnamfonom nyinaa, wʼankasa de wʼani bɛhunu sɛ wɔtotɔ wɔ wɔn atamfoɔ akofena ano. Mede Yuda nyinaa bɛma Babiloniahene na wasoa wɔn akɔ Babilonia anaasɛ ɔde akofena bɛkunkum 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 ahodeɛ nyinaa bɛma wɔn atamfoɔ; nʼadwumayɛ so aba, ne nneɛma a ɛsom bo ne Yuda ahemfo akoradeɛ nyinaa. Wɔbɛfa no sɛ afodeɛ 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 fiefoɔ nyinaa bɛkɔ nnommumfa mu wɔ Babilonia. Ɛhɔ na wo ne wo nnamfonom a wohyɛɛ wɔn nkɔmtorɔ no nyinaa bɛwuwu 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.
Ao, Awurade, woadaadaa me; na mapene so ama woadaadaa. Wɔtwee me da mu nyinaa; na obiara sere 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.
Ɛberɛ biara a mɛkasa no, meteam pae mu ka akakabensɛm ne ɔsɛeɛ. 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 sɛ, “Meremmɔ ne din anaa merenkasa wɔ ne din mu” a, nʼasɛm te sɛ ogya wɔ mʼakoma mu, ogya a wɔde ahyɛ me nnompe mu. Mede ahyɛ me mu abrɛ nokorɛm, 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 asomusɛm bebree sɛ, “Ehu wɔ baabiara! Montoa no! Momma yɛnkɔtoa no!” Me nnamfonom nyinaa retwɛn sɛ mɛwatiri, na wɔka sɛ, “Ebia wɔbɛdaadaa no; na yɛatumi 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 dɔmmarima; enti mʼataafoɔ bɛsuntisunti na wɔrentumi nnyina. Wɔbɛdi nkoguo na wɔn anim bɛgu ase pasaa; wɔn werɛ remfiri 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.
Ao, Asafo Awurade! Wo a wɔsɔ ɔteneneeni hwɛ na wopɛɛpɛɛ akoma ne adwene mu, ma menhunu wʼaweretɔ wɔ wɔn so, ɛfiri sɛ mede mʼasɛm dane 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! Monyi Awurade ayɛ! Ɔgye ohiani nkwa firi amumuyɛfoɔ 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 ɛda a me maame 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 kaseɛ, deɛ ɔmaa nʼani gyeeɛ, na ɔkaa sɛ, “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 nkuro a Awurade tuguiɛ a wannya ahummɔborɔ no. Ma ɔnte osu anɔpa, ne ɔko owigyinaeɛ.
17 because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
Ɛfiri sɛ, wankum me wɔ awotwaa mu amma me maame anyɛ damena amma me.
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 mefirii awotwaa mu pueɛ bɛhunuu ɔhaw ne awerɛhoɔ na mede aniwuo rebɛwie me nkwa nna yi?
