Ezekiel 2
1 “Stand up, son of man, because I want to talk to you,” he said to me.
Ɔka kyerɛɛ me sɛ, “Onipa ba, sɔre gyina hɔ, na me ne wo nkasa.”
2 As he spoke to me, the Spirit entered me and had me stand up. I listened to him speaking to me.
Ɔrekasa no, Honhom no bɛhyɛɛ me mu maa me so gyinaa hɔ, na metee sɛ ɔrekasa kyerɛ me.
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.
Ɔkaa sɛ, “Onipa ba, meresoma wo akɔ Israelfoɔ mu, atuateɛ ɔman a wayɛ dɔm atia me; wɔne wɔn agyanom ayɛ dɔm atia me abɛsi ɛnnɛ.
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.
Nnipa a meresoma wo wɔn nkyɛn no yɛ nnipa a wɔn aso yɛ den na wɔn aso awu. Ka kyerɛ wɔn sɛ, ‘Yei ne deɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ.’
5 Whether they listen or not—for they are a rebellious people—they will realize that a prophet has come to them.
Na sɛ wɔtie anaa wɔantie a, ɛsiane sɛ wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ enti, wɔbɛhunu ampa ara sɛ odiyifoɔ bi aba wɔn mu.
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.
Na wo, onipa ba, nsuro wɔn, anaasɛ wɔn nsɛm. Nsuro, ɛwom sɛ nnɛnkyɛnse ne nkasɛɛ atwa wo ho ahyia, na wote anyanyankyerɛ mu deɛ, nanso nsuro deɛ wɔka, na mma wɔmmɔ wo hu sɛ wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ.
7 Just tell them what I say, whether they listen or not, because they're rebels.
Wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ ankasa nanso ɛsɛ sɛ woka me nsɛm kyerɛ wɔn; sɛ wɔbɛtie oo sɛ wɔrentie oo.
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.”
Nanso, wo onipa ba, tie asɛm a meka kyerɛ wo no. Ɛnte atua te sɛ saa atuatefoɔ no; bue wʼanomu na di deɛ mede ma wo no.”
9 I looked up and saw a hand stretched out to me holding a scroll.
Afei mehwɛeɛ na mehunuu nsa bi a atene wɔ me so, na emu na nwoma mmobɔeɛ bi wɔ.
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.
Ɔtrɛɛ mu wɔ mʼanim. Nʼafanu no mu, na wɔatwerɛ abubuo, awerɛhoɔ ne nnome nsɛm.
