Nehemiah 2
1 In the month of Nisan, in the twentieth year of King Artaxerxes' reign, when the wine was brought in for him, I picked it up and gave it to the king. I had never before appeared before him looking sad,
Nisan ɔsram (bɛyɛ Oforisuo) wɔ Ɔhene Artasasta adedi afe a ɛto so aduonu mu no, na merehyɛ ɔhene nsa. De besi saa bere no, na menyɛɛ mʼanim bosaa wɔ ɔhene anim da,
2 so the king asked me, “Why are you looking so sad, even though you don't seem to sick? You must be really upset.” I was absolutely terrified,
enti ɔhene no bisaa me se, “Adɛn nti na wʼanim ayɛ bosaa nanso wonyare yi? Wosɛ obi a ɔhaw kɛse bi da ne so.” Ehu kɛse tɔɔ me so,
3 but I replied to the king, “Long live the king live! How can I help being sad? The city where my forefathers are buried is in ruins, and its gates have been burned down.”
nanso mibuae se, “Ɔhene nkwa so! Adɛn nti na ɛnsɛ sɛ me werɛ how? Kuropɔn a wosiee me mpanyimfo wɔ mu no abubu, na wɔahyew nʼapon no nyinaa.”
4 “So what do you want?” the king asked me. I prayed to the God of heaven, and answered the king,
Ɔhene no bisae se, “Dɛn na wohwehwɛ?” Na mebɔɔ ɔsoro Nyankopɔn mpae,
5 “If it pleases Your Majesty, and if you are happy with me, I request you send me to Judah, to the city where my forefathers are buried, so I can rebuild it.”
buae se, “Sɛ ɛsɔ Ɔhempɔn ani, na sɛ me, wo somfo, mesɔ wʼani a, ɛno de ma menkɔ Yuda nkosiesie kuropɔn a wɔasie mʼagyanom wɔ mu no.”
6 The king, with the queen sitting beside him, asked me, “How long will your journey take, and when will you come back?” The king agreed to send me, and I told him how long I would be gone.
Bere a ɔhemmea te Ɔhene nkyɛn no, Ɔhene no bisae se, “Wokɔ a, wubedi nna ahe? Da bɛn na wobɛsan aba?” Ɔhene penee so, na mekyerɛɛ da a mesi mu.
7 I also asked him, “If it pleases Your Majesty, let letters be provided to give to the governors west of the Euphrates, so that they will allow me to pass safely until I reach Judah.
Afei, meka kyerɛɛ ɔhene se, “Ɔhempɔn, sɛ ɛsɔ wʼani a ma me nkrataa nkɔma amradofo a wɔwɔ mantam a ɛda Asubɔnten Eufrate agya no, na wɔmma me kwan mma memfa wɔn mantam mu nkɔ Yuda.
8 May I also have a letter for Asaph, warden of the king's forest, so he can give me timber to make beams for the gates of Temple fortress, for the city walls, and for the house I will live in.” Because my gracious God was upon me, the king gave me what I asked.
Na mesrɛ sɛ, ma me krataa nkɔma Asaf a ɔhwɛ ɔhene kwae so na ɔmma me nnua. Mede bɛyɛ mpuran ama Asɔredan no aban ano apon, kuropɔn no afasu ne mʼankasa me fi” Na ɔhene no penee saa abisade yi nyinaa so, efisɛ, na Onyankopɔn adom nsa no wɔ me so.
9 Then I went to the governors of the province west of the Euphrates and gave them the king's letters. The king also sent a military escort of cavalry with me.
Miduu amradofo a wɔwɔ Asubɔnten Eufrate agya no nkyɛn no, mede ɔhene nkrataa no maa wɔn. Nea ɛka ho ne sɛ, ɔhene maa asraafo ne apɔnkɔsotefo kaa me ho bɔɔ me ho ban.
10 But when Sanballat the Horonite and Tobiah the Ammonite official heard about this, they were upset. For them this was a total disaster—that someone had arrived to help out the Israelites.
Nanso Haronini Sanbalat ne Amonni Tobia a wɔyɛ mpanyimfo tee sɛ mabedu no, wɔn bo fuw yiye sɛ obi aba hɔ a ɔpɛ sɛ ɔboa Israel.
11 I arrived in Jerusalem and rested for three days.
Miduu Yerusalem nnansa akyi no,
12 Then I got up during the night and went out with just a few men. I didn't explain to anyone what my God had put in my head to do for Jerusalem. I only took one horse to ride.
mefaa nnipa kakraa bi kaa me ho, fii hɔ anadwo no. Manka nhyehyɛe a Onyankopɔn de ahyɛ me koma mu wɔ Yerusalem ho no ankyerɛ obiara. Yɛamfa mmoa biara anka yɛn ho sɛ afurum a mete ne so no nko.
13 So I rode in the dark through the Valley Gate toward the Spring of the Serpent and the Refuse Gate, and I inspected Jerusalem's walls that had been knocked over and the gates that had been burned down.
Mefaa Obon Pon no ano, twaa Ɔwɔ Abura no ho kosii Sumina Pon no ano, kɔhwɛɛ afasu ne apon a ahyew no.
14 Then I continued on to the Fountain Gate and the King's Pool, but we couldn't get through as there wasn't enough room to pass.
Afei, mefaa Asuti Pon no ho kosii Ɔhene Abura no ho, nanso na ɔkwan turodoo nni hɔ ma mʼafurum no.
15 So I went up along the valley in the dark and inspected the wall. Then I returned, going back through the Valley Gate.
Enti mefaa Kidron Bon no ho mmom, kɔhwɛɛ ɔfasu no ansa na meresan abɛfa Obon Pon no mu bio.
16 Those in charge of the city had no idea where I had gone or what I was doing, because I hadn't yet told the Jews, priests, nobles, or officials or any others about the construction plans.
Na kuropɔn no mu mpanyimfo nnim sɛ makɔ hɔ, na wonnim nea mereyɛ nso, efisɛ na menkaa asɛm biara a ɛfa mʼadwene a mayɛ ho nkyerɛɛ obiara ɛ. Na me ne asɔre mpanyimfo, amanyɛ ntuanofo, adwumayɛfo anaa mmapɔmma no mu biara nkasaa ɛ.
17 Then I said to them, “Look at the trouble we're in! Jerusalem is a heap of rubble, and its gates have been burned down. Come on, let's rebuild the wall of Jerusalem, so that we won't be so ashamed any more.”
Na afei, meka kyerɛɛ wɔn se, “Munim amanne a ato yɛn kuropɔn yi yiye. Abubu na nʼapon nso ahyew. Momma yɛnto Yerusalem fasu no bio mfa mpepa animguase a ato yɛn yi!”
18 Then I explained to them how good God had been to me, and what the king had told me. “Let's get on with the rebuilding,” they replied, and they set to work enthusiastically.
Afei, mekaa sɛnea Onyankopɔn adom nsa aba me so no ne me nkɔmmɔ a me ne ɔhene dii no kyerɛɛ wɔn. Wobuaa prɛko pɛ se, “Ɛyɛ asɛm pa: Momma yɛnto ɔfasu no bio!” Enti wofii adwuma pa yi ase.
19 But when Sanballat the Horonite, Tobiah the Ammonite official, and Geshem the Arab got to hear about it, they mocked and taunted us, asking, “What are you up to? Are you rebelling against the king?”
Bere a Sanbalat, Tobia ne Arabni Gesem tee yɛn nhyehyɛe no, wodii yɛn ho fɛw, na wobuu animtiaa kae se, “Dɛn na moreyɛ yi, na moretew ɔhene anim atua sɛɛ?”
20 But I replied, telling them, “The God of heaven, he will make sure we're successful. We, his servants, will begin rebuilding, but Jerusalem doesn't belong to you, and you have no authority over it or claim to it.”
Na mibuae se, “Ɔsoro Nyankopɔn bɛboa yɛn ama yɛadi nkonim. Yɛn a yɛyɛ nʼasomfo befi ase ato ɔfasu yi bio. Nanso mo de munni kyɛfa biara wɔ Yerusalem.”
