Ezekiel 2
1 “Stand up, son of man, because I want to talk to you,” he said to me.
Ó sọ fún mi pé, “Ọmọ ènìyàn, dìde dúró lórí ẹsẹ̀ rẹ. Èmi yóò bá ọ sọ̀rọ̀.”
2 As he spoke to me, the Spirit entered me and had me stand up. I listened to him speaking to me.
Bí ó ṣe ń sọ̀rọ̀, ẹ̀mí sì wọ inú mi ó mú mi dúró lórí ẹsẹ̀ mi, mo sì ń gbọ́ tí ó ń bá mi sọ̀rọ̀.
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.
Ó sọ pé, “Ọmọ ènìyàn, mo ń rán ọ sí àwọn ọmọ Israẹli, sí ọlọ̀tẹ̀ orílẹ̀-èdè tí wọ́n ti ṣọ̀tẹ̀ sí mi; àwọn àti baba ńlá wọn ti ṣọ̀tẹ̀ sí mi títí di òní olónìí.
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.
Àwọn ènìyàn tí mo ń rán ọ sí jẹ́ aláìgbọ́ràn àti ọlọ́kàn líle. Sọ fún wọn pé, ‘Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa Olódùmarè wí.’
5 Whether they listen or not—for they are a rebellious people—they will realize that a prophet has come to them.
Bí wọn fetísílẹ̀ tàbí wọn kò fetísílẹ̀ nítorí pé wọ́n ọlọ̀tẹ̀ ilé ni wọ́n—wọn yóò mọ̀ pé wòlíì kan wà láàrín wọn.
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.
Àti ìwọ, ọmọ ènìyàn, má ṣe bẹ̀rù wọn tàbí ọ̀rọ̀ ẹnu wọn. Má ṣe bẹ̀rù, bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé òṣùṣú àti ẹ̀gún yí ọ ká, tí o sì ń gbé àárín àwọn àkéekèe. Má ṣe bẹ̀rù ohun tí wọ́n ń sọ tàbí bẹ̀rù wọn, bí ó tilẹ̀ jẹ́ pé ọlọ̀tẹ̀ ìdílé ni wọ́n.
7 Just tell them what I say, whether they listen or not, because they're rebels.
Ìwọ gbọdọ̀ sọ ọ̀rọ̀ mi fún wọn, bí wọ́n gbọ́ bí wọn kọ̀ láti gbọ́ torí pé ọlọ̀tẹ̀ ni wọ́n.
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.”
Ṣùgbọ́n ìwọ, ọmọ ènìyàn, gbọ́ ohun tí mo ń sọ fún ọ. Má ṣe ṣọ̀tẹ̀ bí i ti ìdílé ọlọ́tẹ̀; la ẹnu rẹ kí o sì jẹ ohun tí mo fún ọ.”
9 I looked up and saw a hand stretched out to me holding a scroll.
Mo sì wò, mo sì rí ọwọ́ kan tí a nà sí mi. Ìwé kíká sì wà níbẹ̀,
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.
ó sì tú ìwé náà fún mi. Ní ojú àti ẹ̀yìn ìwé náà ni a kọ ìpohùnréré ẹkún, ọ̀fọ̀ àti ègún sí.
