Jeremiah 10
1 Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
Gbọ́ ọ̀rọ̀ tí Olúwa sọ fún yín ẹ̀yin ilé Israẹli.
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.
Báyìí ni Olúwa wí: “Má ṣe kọ́ ìwà àwọn kèfèrí, kí àmì ọ̀run kí ó má sì dààmú yín, nítorí pé wọ́n ń dààmú orílẹ̀-èdè.
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:
Nítorí pé asán ni àṣà àwọn ènìyàn, wọ́n gé igi láti inú igbó, oníṣọ̀nà sì gbẹ́ ẹ pẹ̀lú àáké rẹ̀.
4 With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
Wọ́n fi fàdákà àti wúrà ṣe é lọ́ṣọ̀ọ́. Wọ́n fi òòlù kàn án àti ìṣó kí ó má ba à ṣubú.
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.
Wọ́n wé mọ́ igi bí ẹ̀gúnsí inú oko, òrìṣà wọn kò le è fọhùn. Wọ́n gbọdọ̀ máa gbé wọn nítorí pé wọn kò lè rìn. Má ṣe bẹ̀rù wọn; wọn kò le è ṣe ibi kankan bẹ́ẹ̀ ni wọn kò si lè ṣe rere kan.”
6 None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
Kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ Olúwa; o tóbi orúkọ rẹ sì tóbi lágbára.
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.
Ta ni kò yẹ kí ó bẹ̀rù rẹ? Ọba àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè? Nítorí tìrẹ ni. Láàrín àwọn ọlọ́gbọ́n ènìyàn ní orílẹ̀-èdè àti gbogbo ìjọba wọn, kò sí ẹni tí ó dàbí rẹ.
8 But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
Gbogbo wọn jẹ́ aláìlóye àti aṣiwèrè, wọ́n ń kọ́ ẹ̀kọ́ àwọn ère igi tí kò níláárí.
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.
Fàdákà tí a ti kàn ni a mú wá láti Tarṣiṣi, àti wúrà láti Upasi. Èyí tí àwọn oníṣọ̀nà àti alágbẹ̀dẹ ṣe tí wọ́n kùn ní àwọ̀ aró àti elése àlùkò, èyí jẹ́ iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ àwọn ọlọ́gbọ́n oníṣọ̀nà.
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.
Ṣùgbọ́n Olúwa ni Ọlọ́run tòótọ́, òun ni Ọlọ́run alààyè, ọba ayérayé. Nígbà tí ó bá bínú, ayé yóò wárìrì; orílẹ̀-èdè kò lè fi ara da ìbínú rẹ̀.
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!
“Sọ èyí fún wọn: ‘Àwọn ọlọ́run kéékèèké tí kò dá ọ̀run àti ayé ni yóò ṣègbé láti ayé àti ní abẹ́ ọ̀run.’”
12 He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
Ọlọ́run dá ayé pẹ̀lú agbára rẹ̀, ó dá àgbáyé pẹ̀lú ọgbọ́n rẹ̀, ó mú kí ọ̀run kí ó fẹ̀ síta nípa òye rẹ̀.
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.
Nígbà tí ó bá sán àrá, àwọn omi lọ́run a sì pariwo; ó mú kí ìkùùkuu ru sókè láti òpin ayé. Ó rán mọ̀nàmọ́ná pẹ̀lú òjò, ó sì ń mú afẹ́fẹ́ wá láti ilé ìṣúra rẹ̀.
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.
Gbogbo ènìyàn jẹ́ aṣiwèrè àti aláìnímọ̀, ojú ti gbogbo alágbẹ̀dẹ níwájú ère rẹ̀, nítorí ère dídá rẹ̀ èké ni, kò sì ṣí ẹ̀mí nínú rẹ̀.
15 Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
Asán ni wọ́n, iṣẹ́ ìṣìnà; nígbà ìbẹ̀wò wọn, wọn yóò ṣègbé.
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.
Ẹni tí ó bá jẹ́ ìpín Jakọbu kò sì dàbí èyí, nítorí òun ni ó ṣẹ̀dá ohun gbogbo àti Israẹli tí ó jẹ́ ẹ̀yà ìjogún rẹ̀. Olúwa àwọn ọmọ-ogun ni orúkọ rẹ̀.
17 Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
Kó ẹrù rẹ kúrò láti fi ilẹ̀ náà sílẹ̀ ìwọ tí o ń gbé ní ìlú tí a dó tì.
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.
Nítorí èyí ni Olúwa wí: “Ní àkókò yìí, èmi yóò gbọn àwọn tí ó ń gbé ilẹ̀ náà jáde. Èmi yóò mú ìpọ́njú bá wọn, kí wọn kí ó lè rí wọn mú.”
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:
Ègbé ni fún mi nítorí ìpalára mi! Ọgbẹ́ mi jẹ́ èyí tí kò lè sàn, bẹ́ẹ̀ ni mọ sọ fún ara mi, “Èyí ni àìsàn mi, mo sì gbọdọ̀ fi orí tì í.”
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.
Àgọ́ mi bàjẹ́, gbogbo okùn rẹ̀ sì já. Àwọn ọmọ mi ti lọ lọ́dọ̀ mi, wọn kò sì sí mọ́, kò sí ẹnìkankan tí yóò na àgọ́ mi ró mọ́, tàbí yóò ṣe ibùgbé fún mi.
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.
Àwọn olùṣọ́-àgùntàn jẹ́ aṣiwèrè, wọn kò sì wá Olúwa: nítorí náà wọn kì yóò ṣe rere àti pé gbogbo agbo wọn ni yóò túká.
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.
Fetísílẹ̀! ariwo igbe ń bọ̀, àti ìdàrúdàpọ̀ ńlá láti ilẹ̀ àríwá wá! Yóò sì sọ ìlú Juda di ahoro, àti ihò ọ̀wàwà.
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.
Èmi mọ̀ Olúwa wí pé ọ̀nà ènìyàn kì í ṣe ti ara rẹ̀, kì í ṣe fún ènìyàn láti tọ́ ìgbésẹ̀ ara rẹ̀.
24 Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
Tún mi ṣe Olúwa, pẹ̀lú ìdájọ́ nìkan kí o má sì ṣe é nínú ìbínú rẹ, kí ìwọ má ṣe sọ mí di òfo.
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.
Tú ìbínú rẹ jáde sórí àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè tí kò mọ̀ ọ́n, sórí àwọn ènìyàn tí wọn kò pe orúkọ rẹ. Nítorí pé wọ́n ti jẹ Jakọbu run, wọ́n ti jẹ ẹ́ run pátápátá, wọ́n sì sọ ibùgbé rẹ̀ di ahoro.
