Ezekiel 2
1 “Stand up, son of man, because I want to talk to you,” he said to me.
nanao amako ty hoe, O ana’ ondatio, miongaha am-pandia, le hivolañako.
2 As he spoke to me, the Spirit entered me and had me stand up. I listened to him speaking to me.
Aa ie nisaontsia’e le nimoak’ amako ty Tioke nampitroatse ahy an-tomboke naho tsinanoko i nitsara amakoy.
3 “Son of man,” he told me, “I'm sending you to the people of Israel, a disobedient nation that has rebelled against me. They and their forefathers have continued to rebel against me, even up to today.
Le hoe re tamako, O ana’ondatio, hiraheko mb’ amo ana’ Israeleo irehe, mb’amo fifokoa mpiola niola amakoo; songa niola amako iereo naho o roae’eo, pake henanekeo.
4 They are pig-headed; they are hard-hearted children. I am sending you to tell them that this is what the Lord God says.
Aa le hiraheko irehe mb’amo ana-dahy gan-tarehe naho fatra-poo, le hoe ty ho asa’o ama’e, Hoe ty nafe’ Iehovà Talè;
5 Whether they listen or not—for they are a rebellious people—they will realize that a prophet has come to them.
aa ke hijanjiñe iereo, he tsy hañaoñe, amy t’ie anjomba mpiola; fe ho oni’iareo te tañivo’iareo ao ty mpitoky.
6 Son of man, don't be afraid of them or what they say. You don't need to be afraid even though you're surrounded by brambles and thorns, even though you live among scorpions. Don't be afraid of what they say or be discouraged by the way they look at you, even though they are a rebellious family.
Aa ihe ana’ ondatio, ko ihembaña’o, ko irevendreveña’o o saontsi’eo fa mpiola iereo, aa ndra te mpiama’o ty fatike naho hisatse, naho kalengo ty imoneña’o, ko hembaña’o o saontsi’eo, vaho ko miriatsandry aolo’e eo, fa akiba miola iereo.
7 Just tell them what I say, whether they listen or not, because they're rebels.
Le ho taroñe’o am’ iereo o volakoo, ke hijanjiñe he tsy hañaoñe, amy t’ie mpiola.
8 As for you, son of man, pay attention to what I tell you. Don't be rebellious like those rebellious people. Open your mouth and eat what I'm about to give you.”
Aa ihe ka, ana’ ondatio, tsendreño ty ho volañeko; ko miola irehe manahake ty fiolà’ i anjomba mpiolay; sokafo ty falie’o, vaho kamao o azotsokoo.
9 I looked up and saw a hand stretched out to me holding a scroll.
Aa le nenteako te ingo ty fitañe nahitrik’ amako, naho tama’e ao ty boke peleke;
10 He spread it out in front of me, and there written on both the front and back were words of grief, mourning, and tragedy.
navela’e amako, ie sinokitse añ’ate’e naho alafe’e, naho nisokireñ’ ama’e ao ty fandalañe naho ty fihontohañe, vaho ty hankàñe.
