Jeremiah 4
1 “If you return, O Israel,” A declaration of YHWH, “Return to Me, And if you turn aside Your abominations from My face, Then you do not bemoan.
“Tí ìwọ yóò bá yí padà, ìwọ Israẹli, padà tọ̀ mí wá,” ni Olúwa wí. “Tí ìwọ yóò bá sì mú ìríra rẹ kúrò níwájú mi, ìwọ kí ó sì rìn kiri.
2 And you have sworn—YHWH lives, In truth, in judgment, and in righteousness, And nations have blessed themselves in Him, And they boast themselves in Him.”
Tí ó bá jẹ́ lóòtítọ́ àti òdodo ni ìwọ búra. Nítòótọ́ bí Olúwa ti wà láààyè, nígbà náà ni orílẹ̀-èdè yóò di alábùkún fún nípasẹ̀ rẹ, àti nínú rẹ̀ ni wọn yóò ṣògo.”
3 For thus said YHWH, To the man of Judah, and to Jerusalem: “Till for yourselves tillage, And do not sow to the thorns.
Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa wí fún àwọn ènìyàn Juda àti Jerusalẹmu: “Hú gbogbo ilẹ̀ tí ẹ kò lò rí, kí o má sì ṣe gbìn sáàrín ẹ̀gún.
4 Be circumcised to YHWH, And turn aside the foreskins of your heart, O man of Judah, and you inhabitants of Jerusalem, Lest My fury goes out as fire, and has burned, And there is none quenching, Because of the evil of your doings.”
Kọ ara rẹ ní ilà sí Olúwa, kọ ọkàn rẹ ní ilà, ẹ̀yin ènìyàn Juda àti gbogbo ènìyàn Jerusalẹmu, bí bẹ́ẹ̀ kọ́, ìbínú mi yóò ru jáde yóò sì jó bí iná, nítorí ibi tí o ti ṣe kì yóò sí ẹni tí yóò pa á.
5 Declare in Judah, and sound in Jerusalem, and say: “Blow a horn in the land, Call, Fill up together, And say, Assemble yourselves and let us go into the fortified cities.
“Kéde ní Juda, kí o sì polongo ní Jerusalẹmu, kí o sì wí pé: ‘Fun fèrè káàkiri gbogbo ilẹ̀!’ Kí o sì kígbe: ‘Kó ara jọ pọ̀! Jẹ́ kí a sálọ sí ìlú olódi.’
6 Lift up an ensign toward Zion, Strengthen yourselves, do not stand still, For I am bringing evil in from the north, And a great destruction.”
Fi àmì láti sálọ sí Sioni hàn, sálọ fún ààbò láìsí ìdádúró. Nítorí èmi ó mú àjálù láti àríwá wá, àní ìparun tí ó burú jọjọ.”
7 A lion has gone up from his thicket, And a destroyer of nations has journeyed, He has come forth from his place To make your land become a desolation, Your cities are laid waste, without inhabitant.
Kìnnìún ti sá jáde láti inú ibùgbé rẹ̀, apanirun orílẹ̀-èdè sì ti jáde. Ó ti fi ààyè rẹ̀ sílẹ̀ láti ba ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ jẹ́. Ìlú rẹ yóò di ahoro láìsí olùgbé.
8 For this, gird on sackcloth, lament and howl, For the fierce anger of YHWH has not turned back from us.
Nítorí náà, gbé aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ wọ̀ káàánú kí o sì pohùnréré ẹkún, nítorí ìbínú ńlá Olúwa kò tí ì kúrò lórí wa.
9 “And it has come to pass in that day,” A declaration of YHWH, “The heart of the king perishes, And the heart of the princes, And the priests have been astonished, And the prophets wonder.”
“Ní ọjọ́ náà,” ni Olúwa wí pé, “Àwọn ọba àti ìjòyè yóò pàdánù ẹ̀mí wọn, àwọn àlùfáà yóò wárìrì, àwọn wòlíì yóò sì fòyà.”
10 And I say, “Aah! Lord YHWH, Surely you have entirely forgotten this people and Jerusalem, Saying, Peace is for you, And a sword has struck to the soul!”
Nígbà náà ni mo sì wí pé, “Háà! Olúwa Olódùmarè, báwo ni ìwọ ti ṣe tan àwọn ènìyàn wọ̀nyí àti Jerusalẹmu jẹ nípa sísọ wí pé, ‘Ìwọ yóò wà ní àlàáfíà,’ nígbà tí o jẹ́ wí pé idà wà ní ọ̀fun wa.”
11 At that time it is said of this people, And of Jerusalem: “A dry wind of high places in the wilderness, The way of the daughter of My people (Not for winnowing, nor for cleansing),
Nígbà náà ni a ó sọ fún Jerusalẹmu àti àwọn ènìyàn pé, “Ẹ̀fúùfù líle láti aṣálẹ̀ fẹ́ lu àwọn ènìyàn mi, kì í ṣe láti sọ di mímọ́.
12 A full wind from these comes for Me, Now also, I speak judgments with them.”
Ẹ̀fúùfù líle tí ó wá láti ọ̀dọ̀ mi. Báyìí mo kéde ìdájọ́ mi lórí wọn.”
13 “Behold, he comes up as clouds, And his chariots as a windstorm, His horses have been lighter than eagles, Woe to us, for we have been spoiled.”
Wò ó! O ń bọ̀ bí ìkùùkuu kẹ̀kẹ́ ogun rẹ̀ sì wá bí ìjì líle ẹṣin rẹ̀ sì yára ju idì lọ. Ègbé ni fún wa àwa parun.
14 Wash evil from your heart, O Jerusalem, That you may be saved, Until when do you lodge in your heart Thoughts of your strength?
Ìwọ Jerusalẹmu, mú búburú kúrò lọ́kàn rẹ kí o sì yè. Yóò ti pẹ́ tó tí ìwọ yóò mú èrò búburú wà ní ọkàn rẹ?
15 For a voice is declaring from Dan, And sounding sorrow from Mount Ephraim:
Ohùn kan sì ń kéde ní Dani o ń kókìkí ìparun láti orí òkè Efraimu wá.
16 “Make mention to the nations, Behold, sound to Jerusalem, Besiegers are coming from the far-off land, And they give forth their voice against cities of Judah.
“Sọ èyí fún àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè, kéde rẹ̀ fún Jerusalẹmu pé: ‘Ọmọ-ogun ọ̀tá ń bọ̀ láti ilẹ̀ jíjìn wá wọ́n sì ń kígbe ogun láti dojúkọ ìlú Juda.
17 As the keepers of a field They have been against her all around, For she has been rebellious with Me,” A declaration of YHWH.
Wọ́n yí i ká bí ìgbà tí àwọn ọkùnrin bá ń ṣọ́ pápá, nítorí pé ó ti dìtẹ̀ sí mi,’” ni Olúwa wí.
18 “Your way and your doings have done these to you, This [is] your distress, for [it is] bitter, For it has struck to your heart.”
“Ìwà rẹ àti ìṣe rẹ ló fa èyí bá ọ ìjìyà rẹ sì nìyìí. Báwo ló ti ṣe korò tó! Báwo ló ti ṣe gún ọkàn rẹ sí!”
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained [in] the walls of my heart, My heart makes a noise for me, I am not silent, For I have heard the voice of a horn, O my soul—a shout of battle!
Háà! Ìrora mi, ìrora mi! Mo yí nínú ìrora. Háà, ìrora ọkàn mi! Ọkàn mi lù kìkì nínú mi, n kò le è dákẹ́. Nítorí mo ti gbọ́ ohùn ìpè, mo sì ti gbọ́ igbe ogun.
20 Destruction on destruction is proclaimed, For all the land has been spoiled, My tents have suddenly been spoiled, In a moment—my curtains.
Ìparun ń gorí ìparun; gbogbo ilẹ̀ náà sì ṣubú sínú ìparun lọ́gán ni a wó àwọn àgọ́ mi, tí ó jẹ́ ohun ààbò mi níṣẹ́jú kan.
21 Until when do I see an ensign? Do I hear the voice of a horn?
Yóò ti pẹ́ tó, tí èmi yóò rí ogun tí èmi yóò sì gbọ́ ìró fèrè?
22 “For My people [are] foolish, They have not known Me, They [are] foolish sons, Indeed, they [are] not intelligent, They [are] wise to do evil, And they have not known to do good.”
“Aṣiwèrè ni àwọn ènìyàn mi; wọn kò mọ̀ mí. Wọ́n jẹ́ aláìgbọ́n ọmọ; wọ́n sì jẹ́ aláìlóye. Wọ́n mọ ibi ni ṣíṣe; wọn kò mọ bí a ti í ṣe rere.”
23 I looked [to] the earth, and behold—formless and void, And to the heavens, and they [had] no light.
Mo bojú wo ayé, ó sì wà ní júujùu, ó sì ṣófo àti ní ọ̀run, ìmọ́lẹ̀ wọn kò sì ṣí.
24 I have looked [to] the mountains, And behold, they are trembling. And all the hills moved themselves lightly.
Mo wo àwọn òkè ńlá, wọ́n wárìrì; gbogbo òkè kéékèèké mì jẹ̀jẹ̀.
25 I have looked, and behold, man is not, And all birds of the heavens have fled.
Mo wò yíká n kò rí ẹnìkan; gbogbo ẹyẹ ojú ọ̀run ló ti fò lọ.
26 I have looked, and behold, The fruitful place [is] a wilderness, And all its cities have been broken down, Because of YHWH, Because of the fierceness of His anger.
Mo bojú wò, ilẹ̀ eléso, ó sì di aṣálẹ̀ gbogbo àwọn ìlú inú rẹ̀ sì ṣubú sínú ìparun níwájú Olúwa àti níwájú ríru ìbínú rẹ̀.
27 For thus said YHWH: “All the land is a desolation, but I do not make a completion.
Èyí ni ohun tí Olúwa wí: “Gbogbo ìlú náà yóò sì di ahoro, síbẹ̀ èmi kì yóò pa á run pátápátá.
28 For this the earth mourns, And the heavens above have been black, Because I have spoken—I have purposed, And I have not relented, Nor do I turn back from it.
Nítorí náà, ayé yóò pohùnréré ẹkún àwọn ọ̀run lókè yóò ṣú òòkùn nítorí mo ti sọ, mo sì ti pète rẹ̀ mo ti pinnu, n kì yóò sì yí i padà.”
29 From the voice of the horseman, And of him shooting with the bow, All the city is fleeing, They have come into thickets, And they have gone up on cliffs, All the city is forsaken, And there is no one dwelling in them.
Nípa ariwo àwọn ẹlẹ́ṣin àti àwọn tafàtafà gbogbo ìlú yóò sálọ. Ọ̀pọ̀ sálọ sínú igbó; ọ̀pọ̀ yóò sì gun orí àpáta lọ. Gbogbo ìlú náà sì di ahoro; kò sì ṣí ẹnìkan nínú rẹ̀.
30 And you, O spoiled one, what do you do? For you put on scarlet, For you adorn yourself [with] ornaments of gold. For you tear your eyes with pain, In vain you make yourself beautiful, Unhealthy ones have kicked against you, They seek your life.
Kí ni ò ń ṣe, ìwọ tí o ti di ìjẹ tán? Ìwọ ìbá wọ ara rẹ ní aṣọ òdodo kí o sì fi wúrà ṣe ara rẹ lọ́ṣọ̀ọ́. Àwọn olólùfẹ́ rẹ kẹ́gàn rẹ; wọ́n sì ń lépa ẹ̀mí rẹ.
31 For I have heard a voice as of a travailing woman, Distress, as of one bringing forth a firstborn, The voice of the daughter of Zion, She laments herself, She spreads out her hands, Woe to me now, my soul is weary of slayers!”
Mo gbọ́ ìró kan bí i igbe obìnrin tó ń rọbí, tí ó ń rọbí, ìrora bí i abiyamọ ọmọbìnrin Sioni tí ń pohùnréré ẹkún ara rẹ̀. Tí ó na ọwọ́ rẹ̀ tí ó sì wí pé, “Kíyèsi i mo gbé, nítorí a ti fi ẹ̀mí mi lé àwọn apani lọ́wọ́.”
