Jeremiah 8
1 When that happens, declares the Lord, the bones of the kings of Judah, the bones of the officials, the bones of the priests, the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the people of Jerusalem will be taken out of their graves.
“‘Ní ìgbà náà ni Olúwa wí pé, wọn yóò mú egungun àwọn ọba Juda àti egungun àwọn ìjòyè, egungun àwọn àlùfáà àti egungun àwọn wòlíì àti egungun àwọn olùgbé Jerusalẹmu kúrò nínú ibojì.
2 They will lie exposed to the sun and moon, and to all the stars which they loved, which they served, which they followed, which they consulted, and which they worshiped. Their bones will not be collected or reburied, but will be left like manure lying on the ground.
A ó yọ wọ́n síta fún oòrùn àti òṣùpá àti gbogbo àwọn ìràwọ̀ ojú ọ̀run tí wọ́n ti fẹ́ràn tí wọ́n sì ti sìn, àti àwọn tí wọ́n ti tọ̀ lẹ́yìn tí wọ́n ti wá tí wọ́n sì ti foríbalẹ̀ fún. Kì yóò ṣà wọ́n jọ tàbí sìn wọ́n, wọn yóò dàbí ìdọ̀tí tó wà lórí ilẹ̀.
3 Those who are left of this evil family will prefer to die rather than live in every place I've scattered them, declares the Lord Almighty.
Níbikíbi tí mo bá lé wọn lọ, gbogbo àwọn ìyókù wọn yóò fẹ́ ikú ju ìyè lọ ni Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun wí.’
4 Tell them this is what the Lord says: When people fall down, don't they get up again? When people go the wrong way, don't they turn around?
“Wí fún wọn pé, ‘Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa wí: “‘Bí ènìyàn bá ṣubú lulẹ̀, wọn kì í padà dìde bí? Nígbà tí ènìyàn bá yà kúrò ní ọ̀nà rẹ, kì í yí padà bí?
5 So why have these people of Jerusalem gone the wrong way? Why do they refuse to turn around from their repeated betrayals, holding on to all their lies?
Èéṣe nígbà náà àwọn ènìyàn wọ̀nyí fi yà kúrò lọ́nà rẹ̀? Kí ló dé tí Jerusalẹmu fi yà kúrò ní gbogbo ìgbà? Wọ́n rọ̀ mọ́ ẹ̀tàn; wọ́n kọ̀ láti yípadà.
6 I've heard exactly what they said, but they don't tell the truth. No one is sorry for doing wrong, asking, “What have I done?” Everyone chooses their own way, like a horse charging into battle.
Mo ti fetísílẹ̀ dáradára, wọn kò sọ ohun tí ó tọ́. Kò sí ẹnìkan tó ronúpìwàdà nínú ìwà búburú rẹ̀, kí ó wí pé, “Kí ni mo ṣe?” Olúkúlùkù ń tọ ọ̀nà rẹ̀ gẹ́gẹ́ bí ẹṣin tó ń lọ sójú ogun.
7 Even storks high in the sky know when it's time to migrate. Turtledoves, swifts, and songbirds know when to fly away at the right time of the year. But my people don't know the laws of the Lord.
Kódà, ẹyẹ àkọ̀ ojú ọ̀run mọ ìgbà tirẹ̀, àdàbà, alápáǹdẹ̀dẹ̀ àti lékèélékèé mọ àkókò ìṣípò padà wọn. Ṣùgbọ́n àwọn ènìyàn mi kò mọ ohun tí Olúwa wọn fẹ́.
8 How on earth can you say, “We're wise, and we have the Law of the Lord?” Can't you see that the writings of your teachers of the Law have turned it into lies?
“‘Báwo ni ẹ̀yin ṣe lè wí pé, “Àwa gbọ́n, nítorí a ní òfin Olúwa,” nígbà tí ó jẹ́ pé kálámù èké àwọn akọ̀wé ti àwọn sọ ọ́ di ẹ̀tàn.
9 The wise will be shown to be foolish; they will be shocked at being caught out. Can't you see that they've rejected what the Lord says—so do they have any wisdom at all?
Ojú yóò ti àwọn ọlọ́gbọ́n, a ó dà wọ́n láàmú, wọn yóò sì kó sí ìgbèkùn. Nítorí wọ́n ti kọ ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa, irú ọgbọ́n wo ló kù tí wọ́n ní?
10 I'm going to give their wives to others, and their fields to different owners, since everyone cheats because they're greedy, poor and rich alike. Even prophets and priests—they are all dishonest liars!
Nítorí náà, èmi yóò fi ìyàwó wọn fún àwọn ọkùnrin mìíràn àti ilẹ̀ wọn fún àwọn ẹlòmíràn. Láti èyí tó kéré jù dé èyí tó dàgbà jù, gbogbo wọn ni èrè àjẹjù ń jẹ lógún; àwọn wòlíì àti àwọn àlùfáà pẹ̀lú ń hùwà ẹ̀tàn.
11 They give my wounded people first aid, but they don't really care about them. They tell them, “Don't worry! We have peace!” even as war approaches.
Wọ́n tọ́jú ọgbẹ́ àwọn ènìyàn mi gẹ́gẹ́ bí èyí tí kò jinlẹ̀. “Àlàáfíà, àlàáfíà,” ni wọ́n ń wí, nígbà tí kò sí àlàáfíà.
12 Are they ashamed of the disgusting things they did? No, they're not ashamed at all, they can't even blush. So they will fall just like the others, when I punish them; they will drop down dead, says the Lord.
Ǹjẹ́ wọ́n tijú fún ìṣe ìríra wọn? Bẹ́ẹ̀ kọ́, wọn kò ní ìtìjú rárá; wọn kò tilẹ̀ mọ bí wọ́n ti ṣe ń tì jú. Nítorí náà wọn yóò ṣubú pẹ̀lú àwọn tó ti ṣubú, a ó sì wó wọ́n lulẹ̀ nígbà tí a bá bẹ̀ wọ́n wò, ni Olúwa wí.
13 I'm going to destroy them, declares the Lord. There will be no grapes left on the vines, no figs on the trees—even the leaves will wither. They will lose whatever I gave them.
“‘Èmi yóò mú ìkórè wọn kúrò, ni Olúwa wí. Kì yóò sí èso lórí igi àjàrà. Kì yóò sí ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ lórí igi, ewé wọn yóò sì rẹ̀ sílẹ̀. Ohun tí mo ti fi fún wọn ni à ó gbà kúrò.’”
14 The people say, “Why are we sitting around here? Let's get together and run to the fortified towns. We can die there, for the Lord our God is killing us by giving us poisoned water to drink, because we sinned against him.
“Èéṣe tí àwa fi jókòó ní ibí yìí? A kó ara wa jọ! Jẹ́ kí a sálọ sí ìlú olódi kí a sì ṣègbé síbẹ̀. Nítorí tí Olúwa Ọlọ́run wa ti pinnu pé a ó ṣègbé. Yóò sì fún wa ní omi onímájèlé mu, nítorí àwa ti ṣẹ̀ sí i.
15 We hoped for peace, but instead nothing good has come; we hoped for a time of healing, but instead there was only sudden terror.”
Àwa ń retí àlàáfíà kò sí ìre kan, tí ó wá ní ìgbà ìmúláradá bí kò ṣe ìpayà nìkan.
16 The snorting of enemy horses can be heard from Dan. The whole country shakes in fear at the sound of the neighing of these strong stallions, They have come to destroy the country and everything in it; Jerusalem and everyone who lives there.
Ìró ìfọn imú ẹṣin àwọn ọlọ̀tẹ̀ là ń gbọ́ láti Dani, yíyan àwọn akọ ẹṣin mú gbogbo ilẹ̀ wárìrì. Wọ́n wá láti pa ilẹ̀ náà run, gbogbo ohun tó wà níbẹ̀, ìlú náà àti gbogbo olùgbé ibẹ̀.
17 Watch out! I'm sending snakes among you, vipers that can't be charmed. They will come and bite you, declares the Lord.
“Wò ó, èmi yóò rán àwọn ejò olóró sí àárín yín, paramọ́lẹ̀ tí ẹ kò lè pa oró wọn, yóò sì bù yín jẹ,” ni Olúwa wí.
18 Nothing comforts me in my suffering; I feel terrible inside.
Olùtùnú mi, nígbà tí ìbànújẹ́ ọkàn mi, rẹ̀wẹ̀sì nínú mi.
19 Listen to my people crying out for help from a distant land, asking “Isn't the Lord present in Zion anymore? Has her King left?” Why have they made me angry, worshiping their carved images and their useless foreign idols?
Fetí sí ẹkún àwọn ènìyàn mi láti ilẹ̀ jíjìnnà wá: “Olúwa kò ha sí ní Sioni bí? Ọba rẹ̀ kò sí níbẹ̀ mọ́ ni?” “Èéṣe tí wọ́n fi mú mi bínú pẹ̀lú ère wọn, pẹ̀lú àwọn òrìṣà àjèjì tí wọn kò níláárí?”
20 “The harvest is over, the summer is finished, but we're not saved,” say the people.
“Ìkórè ti rékọjá, ìgbà ẹ̀ẹ̀rùn ti parí, síbẹ̀ a kò gbà wá là.”
21 I'm crushed by the injuries suffered by my people; I mourn for them. I'm horrified at what's happened!
Níwọ́n ìgbà tí a pa àwọn ènìyàn mi run, èmi náà run pẹ̀lú, èmi ṣọ̀fọ̀, ìrora sì mú mi káká.
22 Isn't there any ointment from Gilead to help heal them? Aren't there any doctors there? So why haven't my people been healed from their wounds?
Kò ha sí ìkunra ní Gileadi bí? Kò ha sí àwọn oníṣègùn níbẹ̀? Kí ló ha dé tí kò fi sí ìwòsàn fún ọgbẹ́ àwọn ènìyàn mi?
