Jeremiah 20
1 Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the LORD’s house, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
Ie jinanji’ i Paskore ana’ Imere, mpisoroñe, loham-pifehe añ’ Anjomba’ Iehovà ao, i nitokie’ Iirmeày,
2 Then Pashhur struck Jeremiah the prophet and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the LORD’s house.
le nampandafa’ i Paskore t’Iirmeà, vaho najo’e an-dangoke an-dalam-bei’ i Beniamine añ’ Anjomba’ Iehovà ao.
3 On the next day, Pashhur released Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.
Ie amy loak’ àndroy naho nakare’ i Paskore amy longòkey t’Iirmeà, le nanoe’ Iirmeà ty hoe, Tsy Paskore ty nanoe’ Iehovà i tahina’oy fa Magòremisabìbe.
4 For the LORD 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.
Fa hoe t’Iehovà: Ingo hanoeko harevendreveñañe ami’ty vata’o naho amo hene rañe’oo irehe; le ho isam-pihaino’o ty ho korovohem-pibaran-drafelahi’ iareo, naho fonga hatoloko am-pitàm-panjaka’ i Bavele t’Iehodà naho hasese’e an-drohy mb’e Bavele mb’eo vaho ho zevoñe’e am-pibara.
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.
Hatoloko iareo ze hene haja’ ty rova toy; o havokara’e iabio, naho o raha sarobili’e iabio, eka, ze fonga vara’ o mpanjaka’ Iehodào ty hatoloko am-pità’ o rafelahi’eo; ho kopahe’ iereo, ho rambese’ iereo vaho hendese’ iareo mb’e Bavele añe.
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.’”
Le ihe, Paskore, naho ze fonga añ’ anjomba’o ao ro hasese mb’am-pandrohizam-b’eo; le ho avy e Bavele añe irehe, naho hihomake añe, vaho haleveñe añe, Ihe rekets’ o rañe’o iaby nitokia’o entam-bìlañeo.
7 LORD, 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.
Ry Iehovà, nazi’o iraho le nimeteako, niambotraha’o, vaho nahagioke; izaho fitohàfañe lomoñandro, mañabiañe ahy ie abikey.
8 For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, “Violence and destruction!” because the LORD’s word has been made a reproach to me, and a derision, all day.
Ie mivolan-draho le mitazataza, mikoiake ty hoe: Joy naho fandrotsahañe; aa le sirikaeñe naho injeañe lomoñandro iraho ty amy tsara’ Iehovày
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.
Ie anoeko ty hoe, tsy hivolañe aze iraho, tsy hirehak’ ami’ty tahina’e ka, toly ndra afo ty mihoboboke an-troko, migabeñe an-taolako ao, naho mokotse avao iraho t’ie tanañe ao, vaho tsy feleko.
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.”
Tsinanoko ty tangogo’ i màroy, mangebahebake mb’atia mb’etia: Manirikà, eka ho sirikae’ay; mamandroñ’ahy o rañeko iabio ke hitsikapy: He ho fañahien-dre, hoe iereo, Toe ho felen-tika, ho valen-tikañe.
11 But the LORD 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.
Fe mindre amako t’Iehovà hoe fanalolahy; aa le hitsikapy o mpampisoañe ahio, naho tsy hahalefe, akore ty ho fisalara’ iareo kanao tsy zary vaho ho fañonjirañe tsy ho haliño kitro katroke.
12 But the LORD of Hosts, 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.
Ry Iehovà’ i Màroy, ry Mpitsoke o vantañeo, Mpivazoho añ’ova naho añ’arofo ao, ehe te ho treako ty famalea’o fate iareo; fa Ihe ty nampibentarako ty amako.
13 Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD, for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
Sabò t’Iehovà, rengeo t’Iehovà; fa hinaha’e am-pità’ o lo-tserekeo ty fiai’ o rarakeo.
14 Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
Fatse i andro nahatoly ahikoy; ehe te tsy ho tahieñe i andro niterahan-drenekoy.
15 Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
Ozoñeñe t’indaty ninday talily an-draeko, nanao ty hoe: Nisamake lahilahy irehe, nahafale aze.
16 Let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime,
Ehe te hanahake o rova narotsa’ Iehovà tsy mete nisolohoo indaty zay; Ee t’ie hijanjiñe kaikaike te maraiñe, naho hazolava te tsipinde-mena.
17 because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
Amy t’ie tsy vinono’e boak’ an-koviñ’ ao; soa te ho ni-kiboriko ty reneko, ie nainai’e ho ni-bei-troke.
18 Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
Aa vaho ino ty niakarako i hoviñey hahatreavako haemberañe naho hasotriañe, hampibotsehan-kasalarañe o androkoo?
