Jeremiah 45

1 The word which Jeremiah the prophet spake, unto Baruch son of Neriah, —when he had written these words upon a book, from the mouth of Jeremiah, in the fourth year of Jehoiakim son of Josiah, king of Judah saying—

Okwu ndị Jeremaya onye amụma gwara Baruk nwa Neraya, mgbe o dere okwu ndị a nʼakwụkwọ dịka Jeremaya na-akpọpụta ha, nʼafọ nke anọ nke ọchịchị Jehoiakim nwa Josaya eze Juda. Jeremaya gwara Baruk sị,

2 Thus, saith Yahweh, God of Israel, Unto thee, O Baruch, —

“Ihe ndị a ka Onyenwe anyị bụ Chineke Izrel na-agwa gị, gị Baruk,

3 Thou didst say, Surely woe to me! For Yahweh hath added sorrow unto my pain, —I am weary with my moaning, And rest, have I not found!

Ị sịrị, ‘Ahụhụ dịịrị m! Lee na Onyenwe anyị atụkwasịrịla m mwute nʼelu ihe mgbu nke m nwere. Ike ịsụ ude agwụla m, ma ruo ugbu a, achọtabeghị m izuike.’

4 Thus, shalt thou say unto him Thus, saith Yahweh, —Lo! what I had built, I am pulling down, And what I had planted, I am rooting up, —And that is, all the land:

Ma ihe ndị a ka ị ga-agwa ya, ‘Otu a ka Onyenwe anyị kwuru, Aga m akwada ihe ndị ahụ niile m wuru, hopukwa ihe ndị ahụ niile m kụrụ nʼala a niile.

5 Wouldst, thou, then seek to secure for thyself great things? Do not seek! For behold me! bringing in calamity upon all flesh, Declareth Yahweh, Nevertheless I will give thee thine own life as a spoil, in all places whithersoever thou goest.

Ma gị onwe gị, ị na-achọrọ onwe gị ihe ukwu? Achọkwala ha. Nʼihi na, lee, aga m eme ka ihe ọjọọ bịakwasị mmadụ niile, otu a ka Onyenwe anyị kwubiri, ma aga m eme ka ị jiri ndụ gị gbapụ jee ebe ọbụla ị ga-eje.’”