Jeremiah 47
1 So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote Gaza:
Ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri ya Jehova ĩrĩa yakinyĩrĩire Jeremia ũrĩa mũnabii, ĩkoniĩ andũ a Filisti, Firaũni atanatharĩkĩra Gaza:
2 Thus, saith Yahweh—Lo! waters rising from the North And they shall become a torrent overflowing, Which shall overflow The land and the fulness thereof, The city, and the dwellers therein, —Then shall men make outcry, And all the inhabitants of the land, howl.
Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ: “Ta rora ũrĩa kĩguũ kĩa maaĩ kĩroima na kũu mwena wa gathigathini; nĩgĩgũtuĩka ta rũũĩ rũiyũru mũno, rũkoina. Megũtherera moinĩre bũrũri na kĩrĩa gĩothe kĩrĩ kuo, na moinĩre matũũra-inĩ na arĩa matũũraga kuo. Andũ nĩmagakaya; arĩa othe maikaraga bũrũri ũcio makaarĩra na magirĩke,
3 Because of the sound of the tramping of the hoofs of his chargers, Because of the rushing of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels Fathers shall not turn, to children, Because of the unnerving of their hands;
maigua mũkubio wa mbarathi igĩtengʼera, na inegene rĩa ngaari cia ita cia thũ ciao, o na mũrurumo wa magũrũ ma ngaari icio. Maithe ma ciana matikehũgũra mateithie ciana ciao; moko mao magaikara o ũguo maregerete.
4 On account of the day that cometh to lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and Zidon every escaped one that could have helped, —For Yahweh is laying waste the Philistines, The remnant of the Coastland of Caphtor.
Nĩgũkorwo mũthenya nĩmũkinyu wa kũniina andũ a Filisti othe, na wa kweheria matigari mothe ma andũ arĩa mangĩteithia Turo na Sidoni. Jehova arĩ hakuhĩ kwananga andũ a Filisti, acio maatigaire kuuma hũgũrũrũ-inĩ cia Kafitori.
5 Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —How long, wilt thou cut thyself?
Andũ a Gaza makeenjwo njuĩrĩ macakae; Ashikeloni nakuo gũgaakira ki. Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ matigari maya mũrĩ kũu werũ-inĩ, mũgũtũũra mwĩtemangaga nginya-rĩ?
6 Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.
“Mũrarĩra mũkooria atĩrĩ, ‘Wee, rũhiũ rwa njora rwa Jehova-rĩ, ũgũthiĩ na mbere nginya rĩ ũngĩkaahurũka? Wĩcookie njora-inĩ; hurũka na ũkire o ro ũguo.’
7 How, can it be quiet, when, Yahweh, hath given it a charge, —against Ashkelon and against the shore of the sea? There, hath he appointed it!
No rĩrĩ, rũngĩkĩhuurũka atĩa, o rĩrĩa arĩ Jehova ũrwathĩte, o rĩrĩa arwĩrĩte rũtharĩkĩre Ashikeloni, o na kũu ndwere-inĩ cia iria?”
