Jeremiah 20
1 Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in Yahweh’s house, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
Esi nunɔla Pasur, Imer ƒe vi, Yehowa ƒe gbedoxɔ me ƒe dɔnunɔlagã la se Yeremia wònɔ nya siawo gblɔm ɖi la,
2 Then Pashhur struck Jeremiah the prophet and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in Yahweh’s house.
ena woƒo Nyagblɔɖila Yeremia eye wodee kunyowu me, tsi ɖe Benyamingbo dzigbetɔ si le Yehowa ƒe gbedoxɔ nu la ŋu.
3 On the next day, Pashhur released Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, “Yahweh has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.
Esi ŋu ke eye Parsur ɖee le game la, Yeremia gblɔ nɛ be, “Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ si wòtsɔ na wòe nye, ame si ŋɔdzi ƒo xlãe, ke menye Pasur o;
4 For Yahweh says, ‘Behold, I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes will see it. I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them captive to Babylon, and will kill them with the sword.
elabena ale Yehowa gblɔe nye esi: ‘Mawɔ wò nàzu ŋɔdzi na ɖokuiwò kple xɔ̃wòwo katã. Wò ŋutɔ wò ŋkuwo akpɔ ale si xɔ̃wòwo atsi woƒe futɔwo ƒe yi nue. Makplɔ Yuda katã ade asi na Babilonia fia, ame si aɖe aboyo wo ayi Babilonia alo awu wo kple yi.
5 Moreover I will give all the riches of this city, and all its gains, and all its precious things, yes, I will give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hand of their enemies. They will make them captives, take them, and carry them to Babylon.
Matsɔ du sia ƒe kesinɔnuwo, adzɔnuwo, nu xɔasiwo kple Yuda fia ƒe kesinɔnuwo adzoe. Woatsɔ wo adzoe abe nuhaha ene ayi Babilonia kee.
6 You, Pashhur, and all who dwell in your house will go into captivity. You will come to Babylon, and there you will die, and there you will be buried, you, and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied falsely.’”
Ke wò Pasur kple ame siwo katã le wò aƒe me la, woakplɔ mi ayi aboyo me le Babilonia. Afi ma miaku ɖo eye afi ma woaɖi mi ɖo, wò kple xɔ̃wo siwo nègblɔ aʋatsonyagblɔɖiwo na.’”
7 Yahweh, you have persuaded me, and I was persuaded. You are stronger than I, and have prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all day. Everyone mocks me.
O Yehowa, èblem eye mexɔ beblenya dzi se; èƒo nya ɖe nunye eye nèɖu dzinye. Ɣe sia ɣi wole alɔme ɖem le ŋunye eye ame sia ame le koyem.
8 For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, “Violence and destruction!” because Yahweh’s word has been made a reproach to me, and a derision, all day.
Ɣe sia ɣi ne mebe maƒo nu la, medoa ɣli heɖea gbeƒã ʋunyaʋunya kple tsɔtsrɔ̃, ale Yehowa ƒe nya hea dzu kple vlododo vɛ nam ɣe sia ɣi.
9 If I say that I will not make mention of him, or speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones. I am weary with holding it in. I can’t.
Ke ne megblɔ be, “Nyemagayɔ eƒe ŋkɔ alo agaƒo nu le eƒe ŋkɔ me o” la, eƒe nya nɔna abe dzo ene le nye dzi me, eye abe dzo bibi nue wotu nu ɖo le nye ƒu tome ene. Etsɔtsɔ ti kɔ nam. Vavã nyemagate ŋui o.
10 For I have heard the defaming of many: “Terror on every side! Denounce, and we will denounce him!” say all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall. “Perhaps he will be persuaded, and we will prevail against him, and we will take our revenge on him.”
Mese ame geɖewo le dalĩ dom be, “Ŋɔdzi ƒo xlãe! Mitrɔ eta! Mina míadee asi!” Xɔ̃nyewo katã le klalo na nye anyidzedze le gbɔgblɔm be, “Ɖewohĩ woablee ekema míaɖu edzi eye míabia hlɔ̃e.”
11 But Yahweh is with me as an awesome mighty one. Therefore my persecutors will stumble, and they won’t prevail. They will be utterly disappointed because they have not dealt wisely, even with an everlasting dishonor which will never be forgotten.
Ke Yehowa li kplim abe aʋawɔla kalẽtɔ ene, eya ta yonyemetilawo akli nu eye womaɖu dzi o. Woƒe ɖoɖowo me agblẽ eye woaɖu ŋukpe vevie, bubu si woɖe le wo ŋu la, womaŋlɔe be akpɔ o.
12 But Yahweh of Armies, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them, for I have revealed my cause to you.
O Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ, wò ame si doa ame dzɔdzɔewo kpɔ, eye nèdzroa woƒe dzi kple tamesusuwo me, na makpɔ ale si nàbia hlɔ̃ woe elabena wòe metsɔ nye nya de asi na.
13 Sing to Yahweh! Praise Yahweh, for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
Midzi ha na Yehowa! Mitsɔ kafukafu na Yehowa! Eɖe hiãtɔwo ƒe agbe tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asi me.
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
Aɖi gbe si gbe wodzim la ŋu kpekpekpe. Yayra meganɔ gbe si gbe danye dzim la dzi o!
15 Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
Fiƒode nenɔ ame si tsɔ dzidzɔnya sia yi na fofonye be, “Wodzi viŋutsu na wò” la dzi!
16 Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime,
Nenɔ na ŋutsu ma abe du siwo Yehowa gbã nublanuimakpɔmakpɔtɔe la ene. Nese aviɣli le ŋdi me kple aʋaɣli le ŋdɔ me,
17 because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
elabena mewum ɖe vidzidɔ me be danye nanye yɔdo nam, eye eƒe vidzidɔ nalolo tegbee o.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Nu ka ta medo go le vidzidɔ me be makpɔ fukpekpe kple nuxaxa eye nye ŋkekewo nawu nu le ŋukpe me?
