Ezekiel 2
1 And he seide to me, Thou, sone of man, stonde on thi feet, and Y schal speke with thee.
Ɔka kyerɛɛ me sɛ, “Onipa ba, sɔre gyina hɔ, na me ne wo nkasa.”
2 And the spirit entride in to me, after that he spak to me, and settide me on my feet. And Y herde oon spekynge to me,
Ɔrekasa no, Honhom no bɛhyɛɛ me mu maa me so gyinaa hɔ, na metee sɛ ɔrekasa kyerɛ me.
3 and seiynge, Sone of man, Y sende thee to the sones of Israel, to folkis apostatas, `ether goynge a bak fro feith, that yeden awei fro me; the fadris of hem braken my couenaunt til to this dai.
Ɔkaa sɛ, “Onipa ba, meresoma wo akɔ Israelfoɔ mu, atuateɛ ɔman a wayɛ dɔm atia me; wɔne wɔn agyanom ayɛ dɔm atia me abɛsi ɛnnɛ.
4 And the sones ben of hard face, and of vnchastisable herte, to whiche Y sende thee. And thou schalt seie to hem, The Lord God seith these thingis;
Nnipa a meresoma wo wɔn nkyɛn no yɛ nnipa a wɔn aso yɛ den na wɔn aso awu. Ka kyerɛ wɔn sɛ, ‘Yei ne deɛ Otumfoɔ Awurade seɛ.’
5 if perauenture nameli thei heren, and if perauenture thei resten, for it is an hous terrynge to wraththe. And thei schulen wite, that a profete is in the myddis of hem.
Na sɛ wɔtie anaa wɔantie a, ɛsiane sɛ wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ enti, wɔbɛhunu ampa ara sɛ odiyifoɔ bi aba wɔn mu.
6 Therfore thou, sone of man, drede not hem, nether drede thou the wordis of hem; for vnbileueful men and distrieris ben with thee, and thou dwellist with scorpiouns. Drede thou not the wordis of hem, and drede thou not the faces of hem, for it is an hous terrynge to wraththe.
Na wo, onipa ba, nsuro wɔn, anaasɛ wɔn nsɛm. Nsuro, ɛwom sɛ nnɛnkyɛnse ne nkasɛɛ atwa wo ho ahyia, na wote anyanyankyerɛ mu deɛ, nanso nsuro deɛ wɔka, na mma wɔmmɔ wo hu sɛ wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ.
7 Therfor thou schalt speke my wordis to hem, if perauenture thei heren, and resten, for thei ben terreris to wraththe.
Wɔyɛ atuatefoɔ ankasa nanso ɛsɛ sɛ woka me nsɛm kyerɛ wɔn; sɛ wɔbɛtie oo sɛ wɔrentie oo.
8 But thou, sone of man, here what euer thingis Y schal speke to thee; and nyle thou be a terrere to wraththe, as the hows of Israel is a terrere to wraththe. Opene thi mouth, and ete what euer thingis Y yyue to thee.
Nanso, wo onipa ba, tie asɛm a meka kyerɛ wo no. Ɛnte atua te sɛ saa atuatefoɔ no; bue wʼanomu na di deɛ mede ma wo no.”
9 And Y siy, and lo! an hond was sent to me, in which a book was foldid togidere.
Afei mehwɛeɛ na mehunuu nsa bi a atene wɔ me so, na emu na nwoma mmobɔeɛ bi wɔ.
10 And he spredde abrood it bifor me, that was writun with ynne and with outforth. And lamentaciouns, and song, and wo, weren writun ther ynne.
Ɔtrɛɛ mu wɔ mʼanim. Nʼafanu no mu, na wɔatwerɛ abubuo, awerɛhoɔ ne nnome nsɛm.
