Jeremiah 20
1 Pashhur, son of Immer, was a priest and the official in charge of the Lord's Temple. When he 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 beat Jeremiah the prophet and had him put in the stocks at the Upper Benjamin Gate, near to the Lord's Temple.
ɔma wɔboroo Yeremia, na wɔbɔɔ no dua mu wɔ Benyamin Atifi Pon a ɛwɔ Awurade asɔredan no mu hɔ no.
3 The following day, when Pashhur had Jeremiah released from the stocks, Jeremiah told him, “The Lord doesn't call you Pashhur (tear in pieces), but Magor-missabib (terror is everywhere).
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'm going to make you terrified—you and all those you love. Enemies will kill them as you watch. I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon. He will kill some, and the rest he will take away into exile in Babylon.
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'm going to give it all away. All the wealth of this city, all the results of hard work, all the valuables, all the crown jewels of Judah's kings—I'm going to hand it over to their enemies, who will take it as plunder and carry it 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 You, Pashhur, and everyone who lives with you, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon. You will die there and be buried—you and all those you love, those to whom you prophesied 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 fooled me, Lord, and I let myself be fooled! You're stronger than me—you've won! I've become a joke people laugh at all day long. Everyone is mocking 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 This is because every time I open my mouth I have to shout out warnings of violence and destruction. The Lord's message has become the reason people criticize and ridicule me the whole time.
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 tell myself, “I won't talk about him anymore, I won't even mention his name,” then his message is like a fire trapped within me, burning me from the inside out. I'm getting tired of holding it in. I just can't win.
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 I've heard many people gossiping: “He's the one who says, ‘terror is everywhere!’ He has to be reported! Report what he's doing!” All my good friends are waiting for me to slip up. “Maybe he'll make a mistake so we can defeat him and get our revenge on him,” they say.
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 stands beside me like a powerful warrior. So those who are attacking me will fall. They won't win! Because they're not successful they will be totally disgraced. Their shame won't ever 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 Lord Almighty, you know without question who is living right. You examine people's thoughts and feelings. So let me see your punishment fall on them, because I've trusted you to judge my case.
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 saves the poor from the power of the wicked.
Monto dwom mma Awurade! Munyi Awurade ayɛ! Ogye ohiani nkwa fi amumɔyɛfo nsam.
14 May the day I was born be cursed! May the day my mother gave birth to me never be blessed!
Nnome nka da a wɔwoo me! Nhyira mpare da a me na woo me.
15 May the man be cursed who brought my father the news that made him really happy, saying, “You have a son.”
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 towns that the Lord destroyed without mercy. May he hear shouts of alarm in the morning and war-cries 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 should have killed me in the womb so that my mother would have been my grave, remaining pregnant forever.
Sɛ wankum me wɔ awotwaa mu amma me na anyɛ ɔda amma me no nti, nʼawotwaa yɛɛ kɛse afebɔɔ.
18 Why was I born only to see trouble and sadness, and to end my life in shame?
Adɛn koraa na mifii awotwaa mu pue behuu ɔhaw ne awerɛhow na mede aniwu rebewie me nkwa nna yi?
