Jeremiah 46
1 So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet concerning the nations.
Yei ne asɛm a ɛfiri Awurade nkyɛn baa odiyifoɔ Yeremia hɔ a ɛfa aman no ho.
2 Of Egypt, Concerning the force of Pharaoh-necho, king of Egypt, which was by the river Euphrates, in Carchemish, —which Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon, smote, in the fourth year of Jehoiakim son of Josiah, king of Judah: —
Deɛ ɛfa Misraim ho no nie: Yei ne nsɛm a ɛtia Misraimhene Farao Neko akodɔm a Babiloniahene Nebukadnessar dii wɔn so nkonim wɔ Karkemis, Asubɔnten Eufrate ho wɔ Yudahene Yosia babarima Yehoakim adedie afe a ɛtɔ so ɛnan no:
3 Prepare ye buckler and shield, And draw near to battle:
“Siesie wʼakokyɛm, akɛseɛ ne nketewa nyinaa, na montu ntene nkɔ ɔsa!
4 Harness the horses, and mount, ye horsemen, Stand forth in helmets, —Polish the lances, put on the coats of mail.
Monsiesie apɔnkɔ no, na momforo ntenatena wɔn so. Monyinagyina mo afa a mo dadeɛ kyɛ hyehyɛ mo! Monse mo mpea ano, na monhyɛ mo nkataboɔ.
5 Why have I seen it? They, panic-struck, are drawing back, Yea, their heroes, are crushed, Yea they have, fled, and not turned, —Terror round about! Declareth Yahweh.
Ɛdeɛn na mehunu? Wɔabɔ hu, wɔresane wɔn akyi, wɔn nnɔmmarima adi nkoguo. Wɔdwane ntɛm so a wɔnnhwɛ wɔn akyi, na ehu wɔ baabiara,” Awurade na ɔseɛ.
6 Let not the swift, flee, Nor let the hero, escape, —Northward, beside the river Euphrates, have they stumbled, and fallen.
Ɔhoɔherɛfoɔ ntumi nnwane, na ɔhoɔdenfoɔ nso saa ara. Atifi fam wɔ Asubɔnten Eufrate ho wɔsuntisunti na wɔhwehwe ase.
7 Who is it that is like the Nile when it riseth, Like rivers when his waters are tossed?
“Hwan, na ɔma ne homene so sɛ Asubɔnten Nil, sɛ nsubɔntene a emu nsuo woro soɔ yi?
8 Egypt was like the Nile when it riseth, And like rivers, when the waters are tossed: So he said—I will rise, I will cover the earth, I will destroy the city, and the dwellers therein.
Misraim ma ne homene so sɛ Nil, sɛ nsubɔntene a emu nsuo woro soɔ. Ɔka sɛ, ‘Mɛsɔre akata asase no so; mɛsɛe nkuropɔn ne emu nnipa.’
9 Mount the horses, And drive the chariots madly on, So let the heroes, go forth, —Ethiopians and Libyans that grasp the buckler, And Lydians that grasp—that tread—the bow, But, that day, belongeth to My Lord Yahweh of hosts—
Monkɔ mo anim, apɔnkɔ! Monka wɔn anibereɛ so, Ao teaseɛnamkafoɔ! Montu ntene, Ao nnɔmmarima, Kus ne Put mmarimma a mokura akokyɛm, Lidia mmarima a moto agyan.
10 A day of avenging, to avenge him of his adversaries, When the sword shall devour and be filled, and be sated with their blood, —For, a sacrifice, hath My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, In the land of the North Towards the river Euphrates.
Nanso, ɛda no yɛ Awurade, Asafo Awurade dea, aweretɔ da, nʼatamfoɔ so aweretɔ. Akofena bɛkunkum akɔsi sɛ ɔbɛmee, akɔsi ɛberɛ a ɔde mogya bɛdwodwo ne sukɔm ano. Ɛfiri sɛ, Awurade, Asafo Awurade bɛbɔ afɔdeɛ wɔ atifi fam asase a ɛwɔ Asubɔnten Eufrate ho no so.
11 Go up to Gilead and fetch balsam, O virgin daughter of Egypt! In vain, hast thou multiplied remedies, Healing, there is none for thee.
“Foro kɔ Gilead kɔgye aduro Ao, Misraim Babaa Babunu. Nanso, nnuro bebrebe a wofa no yɛ kwa, ayaresa biara nni hɔ ma wo.
12 The nations have heard of thy disgrace, And, thine outcry, hath filled the earth, —For hero against hero, have they stumbled, Together, have fallen, the twain!
Amanaman no bɛte wʼanimguaseɛ; wʼagyaadwoɔ bɛhyɛ asase so ma. Ɔkofoɔ baako bɛsunti ɔfoforɔ so; na wɔn baanu bɛbɔ mu ahwe ase.”
13 The word which Yahweh spake unto Jeremiah the prophet, —as to the coming of Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon to smite the land of Egypt: —
Yei ne asɛm a Awurade ka kyerɛɛ odiyifoɔ Yeremia a ɛfa Babiloniahene Nebukadnessar ba a ɔbɛba abɛto ahyɛ Misraim so:
14 Tell ye it in Egypt, And let it be heard in Migdol, Yea let it be heard in Noph, and in Tahpanhes, —Say ye—Stand thou forth, and prepare thyself, For a sword hath devoured round about thee.
“Mommɔ yei ho dawuro wɔ Misraim, na mompae mu nka wɔ Migdol; monka wɔ Memfis ne Tapanhes nso sɛ, ‘Monnyinagyina na monyɛ krado, ɛfiri sɛ, akofena rekunkum wɔn a wɔatwa mo ho ahyia.’
15 Wherefore have thy valiant ones been laid prostrate? He hath made no stand, because, Yahweh, hath driven him back:
Adɛn enti na mo nnɔmmarima bɛboto sei? Wɔrentumi nnyina, ɛfiri sɛ, Awurade bɛbɔ wɔn ahwe fam.
16 Hath made many a one to be stumbling, Yea fallen is every one against his neighbour, So they have said—Arise and let us return to our own people, And unto the land of our birth, From the face of the sword of the oppressor.
Wɔbɛsuntisunti atoatoa so; wɔbɛhwehwe ase adeda wɔn ho wɔn ho so. Wɔbɛka sɛ, ‘Monsɔre, momma yɛnkɔ yɛn nkyi nkɔ yɛn nkurɔfoɔ nkyɛn ne baabi a wɔwoo yɛn, na yɛmfiri ɔhyɛsofoɔ no akofena ano.’
17 Proclaim ye a name, —Pharaoh, king of Egypt—a Sound! He hath overstepped the time appointed!
Ɛhɔ na wɔbɛteam sɛ, ‘Misraimhene Farao dwa nʼanom kwa; nʼakwannya a ɔwɔ no atwam.’
18 As I live, saith the King, Yahweh of hosts, is his name: Though Like Tabor among mountains, Like Carmel, Into the sea shall he go!
“Ampa ara sɛ mete ase yi” Ɔhene a ne din ne Asafo Awurade na ɔseɛ, “Ɔbaako bɛba a ɔte sɛ Tabor wɔ mmepɔ no mu, anaasɛ Karmel a ɛwɔ mpoano.
19 Baggage for captivity, prepare thee, O inhabitress, daughter of Egypt; For, Noph, shall become a desolation, And be burned without inhabitant.
Mommoaboa mo nneɛma ano ntwɛn nnommumfa, mo a motete Misraim, ɛfiri sɛ wɔbɛsɛe Memfis kuro na ɛbɛda mpan a obiara rentena so.
20 A calf of great beauty, is Egypt: The gad-fly, out of the North, cometh—cometh.
“Misraim yɛ nantwie ba bereɛ a ne ho yɛ fɛ, nanso kawere bi firi atifi fam reba ne so.
21 Even her hirelings in her midst are like fatted calves, For, even they, have turned—have fled at once! have made no stand! For, their day of doom, hath come upon them, The time of their visitation.
Asraafoɔ apaafoɔ a wɔwɔ wɔn mu no te sɛ anantwie mma a wɔadɔre sradeɛ. Wɔn nso bɛdane wɔn ho adwane abom, wɔrentumi nnyina wɔn nan so, ɛfiri sɛ, amanehunu da no reba wɔn so, ɛberɛ a wɔde bɛtwe wɔn aso no.
22 Her noise, like a serpent, departeth, —For, with a force, they advance, And with axes, have they come against her, like them who fell trees:
Misraim bɛtee so sɛ ɔtweaseɛ a ɔredwane ɛberɛ a ɔtamfoɔ de ahoɔden reba ne so no; wɔde mmonnua bɛba ne so te sɛ mmarima a wɔbu nnua.
23 They have cut down her forest Declareth Yahweh, Surely he cannot be searched out, —For they have outnumbered locusts, and cannot be counted.
Wɔbɛsɛe ne kwaeɛ,” Awurade na ɔseɛ, “sɛdeɛ ayɛ kusuu yi mpo. Wɔdɔɔso bebree sene ntutummɛ, na wɔrentumi nkane wɔn.
24 Put to shame is the daughter of Egypt, —She hath been delivered into the hand of the people of the North.
Wɔbɛgu Ɔbabaa Misraim anim ase, wɔde no bɛhyɛ atifi fam nnipa no nsa.”
25 Saith Yahweh of host God of Israel, —Behold me! bringing punishment—against Amon of No, and upon Pharaoh and upon Egypt, and upon her gods and upon her kings, —Even upon Pharaoh, and upon all that trust in him;
Asafo Awurade, Israel Onyankopɔn, ka sɛ, “Mede asotwe reba Tebes nyame Amon, Farao, Misraim ne nʼanyame ne nʼahemfo ne wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to Farao soɔ no so.
26 And I will deliver them—Into the hand of them who are seeking their life, Even into the hand of Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon And into the hand of his servants, —And after that, shall it be inhabited as in the days of old Declareth Yahweh.
Mede wɔn bɛhyɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔkum wɔn no nsa: Babiloniahene Nebukadnessar ne nʼadwumayɛfoɔ no. Nanso, akyire no, nnipa bɛtena Misraim asase so te sɛ kane no,” Awurade na ɔseɛ.
27 Thou, therefore, do not fear, O my Servant Jacob Nor be dismayed O Israel, For behold me! Saving thee from afar, And thy seed from the land of their captivity, —So shall Jacob return and be quiet and shall rest, With none to occasion alarm.
“Nsuro, Ao Yakob me ɔsomfoɔ; mma wʼaba mu mmu, Ao Israel. Ampa ara mɛgye wo afiri beaeɛ a ɛwɔ akyirikyiri, ne wʼasefoɔ afiri wɔn nnommumfa asase so. Yakob bɛsane anya asomdwoeɛ ne banbɔ, na obiara renhunahuna no.
28 Thou, do not fear, O my Servant Jacob, Urgeth Yahweh, For, with thee, am I: Though I make an end of all the nations whither I have driven thee, Yet of thee, will I not make an end, But will correct thee in measure, And not hold thee, guiltless,
Nsuro, Ao, Yakob me ɔsomfoɔ; na me ne wɔ hɔ,” Awurade na ɔseɛ. “Ɛwom sɛ mesɛe aman no nyinaa koraa, aman a mehwetee mo kɔɔ so no deɛ, nanso merensɛe mo korakora. Mede tenenee nko ara na ɛbɛtenetene mo so; meremma mommfa mo ho nni a merentwe mo aso.”
