Jeremiah 10
1 Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
Inao ty entañe tsarae’ Iehovà ama’ areo ry anjomba’ Israeleo;
2 Thus, saith Yahweh—Unto the way of the nations, become not ye accustomed, Nor at the signs of the heavens, be ye dismayed, —Because the nations are dismayed at them.
Hoe t’Iehovà: Ko mizatse ami’ty sata’ o fifeheañeo, vaho ko hakahaka’areo o vilon-dikerañeo; ndra te ampifimpìñe’e o kilakila’ ndatio.
3 For as for the prescribed customs of the peoples, vanity, they are, —For a tree out of the forest, one cutteth down, Work for the hands of a skilled workman with the axe:
Toe kafoak’ avao o sata’ondatioo; amy te hatae finira añ’ala ao ty fitoloñam-pitàm-pandranjy am-pekoñe.
4 With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
Ihamina’ iareo volafoty naho volamena ampireketa’iareo fati-biñe ami’ty ana-bato, tsy hitroetroe.
5 Mere palm-trunks turned, they are and cannot speak, They must needs be, carried, for they cannot take a step, Be not afraid of them, for they cannot do harm, And even to do good, is not in their power.
Hoe bodan-katae najadoñe antetem-bazavo ao, tsy mivolañe, tsy mete tsy tintineñe vaho tsy mahay mitsontike. Ko ihembaña’ areo, fa tsy mete manao raty izay, vaho tsy ama’e ty manao soa.
6 None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
Tsy eo ty mañirinkiriñ’ Azo r’Iehovà Jabahinake irehe; vaho mitiotiotse an-kaozarañe i tahina’oy.
7 Who would not revere thee, O King of nations? For, thee, doth it beseem; Forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations And throughout all their royal estate, None, there is like unto thee.
Ia ty tsy hañeveñe ama’o, ry mpanjaka’ o fifeheañeo? Toe mañeva Azo; fa tsy eo ty mañirinkiriñe Azo amo hene mahihitse amo fifelehañeo naho amo borizà’iareo iabio.
8 But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
Toe fonga votro mineñe, ie foto-katae ty fañòhan-kafoa’e;
9 Silver spread into plates, from Tarshish is brought, And gold, from Uphaz, Work for the craftsman and for the hands of the smith, —Blue and purple, is their clothing, Work for the skilled, are they all.
Nendeseñe boake Tarsise añe, ty volafoty pinepèke, naho hirik’ Ofaze añe ty volamena, ty satam-pitsene naho satam-pitam-pitolom-bolamena; manga naho malomàvo ty saro’iareo; sata’ o mahimbañeo.
10 But, Yahweh, is God in truth, He, is a God that, liveth, And a King of times age-abiding, —At his anger, quaketh the earth, And nations cannot endure his wrath.
Fe Iehovà ro Andrianañahare to, Ie t’i Andrianañahare veloñe, naho t’i Mpanjaka nainai’e; miezeñezeñe ty tane toy, ami’ty haviñera’e vaho tsy leo’ o kilakila’ ndatio ty fifomboa’e.
11 Thus, shall ye say unto them, The gods that made not the heavens, And the earth, Shall perish out of the earth, And from under these heavens!
Hoe ty ho saontsie’o am’ iereo: Ho modo an-tane atoy naho ambanen-dikerañe ao o ‘ndrahare tsy namboatse o likerañeo naho ty tane toio.
12 He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
Ie namboatse ty tane toy amy haozara’ey, Ie nampijadoñe ty voatse toy amy hihi’ey vaho Ie nandafike o likerañeo amy faharofoana’ey;
13 At the voice that he uttered, there was a tumult of waters in the heavens, And he caused vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth, —The lightnings for rain, he made, And brought forth wind out of his treasuries.
I fiarañanaña’ey le ikoboboahañe o ranon-dikerañeo, naho mampionjoñe ty evoñe añ’olo-ty tane toy; amboara’e ampiñe o orañeo, vaho ampiakare’e an-driha’e ao i tiokey;
14 Every son of earth hath become too brutish to discern, Every goldsmith, hath been put to shame by a graven image, —For a falsehood, is his molten image, Seeing there is no breath in them.
Songa tembo ondatio, tsy aman-kilala, sindre ampisalareñe ty amo samposampon-draha’eo ty mpitolom-bolamena, remborake o sare natrana’eo, tsy aman-kofòke.
15 Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
Kafoake irezay, satam-pamerevere; hiambotraha’ ty fandrotsahañe amy androm-pitilihañey.
16 Not like these, is the portion of Jacob, For the fashioner of all things, is, he, And, Israel, is his inherited sceptre, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
Tsy hoe izay t’i Anjara’ Iakobe; Ie ty Mpañoreñe ze he’e, naho kobain-dova’ey t’Israele, Iehovà’ i Màroy ty tahina’e.
17 Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
Ahoroño amo taneo ty harao’ areo, ry mpifeake amy arikatokey.
18 For, thus, saith Yahweh, Behold me! slinging out the inhabitants of the land at this throw, —And I will distress them that they may discover it.
Fa hoe t’Iehovà: Hehe te ho pilereko an-tane atoy henaneo o mpimone’ i taneio, le ho fihineko, haharendreha’ iareo.
19 Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, —But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:
Hankàñe amako ty fanaintaiñako! Leveleve ty fereko; fe hoe iraho: Toe hasilofeñe toy, tsy mete tsy ifeahako.
20 My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, —My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains.
Rotsake i kivohokoy, tampake iaby o tali’eo; fonga nienga ahy o anakoo, tsy ao; tsy eo ka ty handafike i kibohokoy, naho hampitroatse o efe’eo.
21 For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, —For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered.
Fa votro o mpiarak’añondrio, tsy nañontane Iehovà; aa le tsy miraorao, vaho miparaitak’ añe o añondri’ iareoo.
22 The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, —To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
Inao ty talily, Hehe te mb’etoa, ty fikoraham-bey boak’an-tane avaratse añe, hampangotomomoke o rova’ Iehodào, ho fimoneñam-panaloke.
23 I know O Yahweh, That not to a son of earth, pertaineth his own path, —Not, to the man who walketh, also to direct his own steps.
Ry Iehovà, apotako te tsy am’ ondatio ty fombà’e; tsy am’ondaty mpañaveloo ty hanehake o fandia’eo.
24 Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
Endaho iraho, ry Iehovà, le an-katò; tsy ami’ty filoroloroa’o hera hampiminjikio’o.
25 Pour out thy wrath—Upon the nations that know thee not, and Upon the families that, upon thy Name, have not called, —For they have devoured Jacob Yea they have devoured him and consumed him, And, his habitation, have they made desolate.
Adoaño amo kilakila’ ondaty tsy mahafohiñe Azoo ty haviñera’o, naho amo fifokoa tsy mikanjy i tahina’oio; fa nabotse’ iareo t’Iakobe, eka vinaza’ iareo naho nagedra’ iareo, vaho nampangoakoahe’ iareo i fimoneña’ey.
