Yeremia 10
1 Mise nya si gblɔm Yehowa le na mi, O Israel ƒe aƒe
Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
2 Ale Yehowa gblɔe nye esi: “Migasrɔ̃ dukɔwo ƒe mɔwo o. Togbɔ be ŋɔdzi léa dukɔwo le dzesi siwo dona ɖe dziŋgɔli ŋuti hã la, womegado ŋɔdzi na miawo ya o.
Thus, saith Yahweh—Unto the way of the nations, become not ye accustomed, Nor at the signs of the heavens, be ye dismayed, —Because the nations are dismayed at them.
3 Dukɔ siawo ƒe kɔnyinyiwo nye yaka. Wotsoa ati le ave me eye atikpala tsɔa hɛ kpanɛ kple aɖaŋu.
For as for the prescribed customs of the peoples, vanity, they are, —For a tree out of the forest, one cutteth down, Work for the hands of a skilled workman with the axe:
4 Wotsɔa klosalo kple sika fana ɖe eŋuti.
With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
5 Wotsɔa gatagbadzɛ klãnɛ ɖe enɔƒe be magamu o. Woƒe aklamakpakpɛ siwo mate ŋu aƒo nu o la le abe xevi nyanu le adzamatregble me ene. Ele be woakɔ wo, elabena womate ŋu azɔ azɔli o. Migavɔ̃ na wo o; womate ŋu awɔ vɔ̃ aɖeke mi alo awɔ nyui aɖeke na mi o.”
Mere palm-trunks turned, they are and cannot speak, They must needs be, carried, for they cannot take a step, Be not afraid of them, for they cannot do harm, And even to do good, is not in their power.
6 O Yehowa, ame aɖeke mele abe wò ene o; èlolo eye wò ŋkɔ nye ŋusẽ triakɔ.
None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
7 Ame kae li si agbe wò bubu, O dukɔwo ƒe Fia? Elabena esiae nye tɔwò gome. Nunyala siwo le dukɔwo kple fiaɖuƒewo me la ƒe ɖeke mele abe wò ene o.
Who would not revere thee, O King of nations? For, thee, doth it beseem; Forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations And throughout all their royal estate, None, there is like unto thee.
8 Wo katã wonye susumanɔsitɔwo kple numanyalawo. Aklamakpakpɛ si mele ɖeke me o lae nye woƒe nufiala.
But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
9 Wotsɔa klosalo si woƒo gbabɛ la tsoa Tarsis eye wotsɔa sika tsoa Ufaz. Wotsɔa awu blɔtɔ kple dzĩtɔ dona na nu si atikpala kple sikanutula wɔ, nu siwo nye aɖaŋudɔwɔlawo ƒe asinudɔwɔwɔwo.
Silver spread into plates, from Tarshish is brought, And gold, from Uphaz, Work for the craftsman and for the hands of the smith, —Blue and purple, is their clothing, Work for the skilled, are they all.
10 Ke Yehowa koe nye nyateƒe ƒe Mawu, eyae nye Mawu gbagbe kple Fia mavɔ. Ne ebi dzi la, anyigba ʋuʋuna eye dukɔwo mate ŋu anɔ te ɖe eƒe dɔmedzoe helĩhelĩ la nu o.
But, Yahweh, is God in truth, He, is a God that, liveth, And a King of times age-abiding, —At his anger, quaketh the earth, And nations cannot endure his wrath.
11 “Gblɔ nya sia na wo, ‘mawu siawo, esiwo mewɔ dziƒo kple anyigba o la atsrɔ̃ le anyigba dzi kple dziƒoa te.’”
Thus, shall ye say unto them, The gods that made not the heavens, And the earth, Shall perish out of the earth, And from under these heavens!
12 Ke Mawue wɔ anyigba kple eƒe ŋusẽ; eyae na anyigba dzɔ to eƒe nunya me, eye wòtsɔ eƒe nugɔmesese keke dziƒowo mee.
He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
13 Ne eɖe gbe la, tsi siwo le dziƒowo tea gbe eye wònana lilikpowo hona tso anyigba ƒe mlɔenu ke. Eɖoa dzikedzo kple tsidzadza ɖa eye wòɖea yaƒoƒo doa goe tso eƒe nudzraɖoƒewo.
At the voice that he uttered, there was a tumult of waters in the heavens, And he caused vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth, —The lightnings for rain, he made, And brought forth wind out of his treasuries.
14 Amegbetɔwo katã nye movitɔwo eye nunya mele tagbɔ na wo o. Sikanutula ɖe sia ɖe ƒe legbawo akpe ŋu nɛ. Eƒe legbawo nye beble elabena agbe mele wo me o.
Every son of earth hath become too brutish to discern, Every goldsmith, hath been put to shame by a graven image, —For a falsehood, is his molten image, Seeing there is no breath in them.
15 Nu maɖinuwo kple alɔmeɖenuwo wonye, ne woƒe ʋɔnudrɔ̃gbe ɖo la, woatsrɔ̃.
Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
16 Ke ame si nye Yakob ƒe gome la, mele abe esiawo ene o, elabena eyae nye nu sia nu wɔla kple Israel ƒe ƒome si nye eƒe domenyinu la hã. Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔe nye eŋkɔ.
Not like these, is the portion of Jacob, For the fashioner of all things, is, he, And, Israel, is his inherited sceptre, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
17 Miƒo miaƒe nunɔamesiwo nu ƒu ne miadzo le anyigba la dzi, mi ame siwo aʋa xa aƒe na.
Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
18 Elabena ale Yehowa gblɔe nye esi: “Le ɣeyiɣi sia me la, matsɔ ame siwo le anyigba sia dzi la aƒu gbe. Mana xaxa nava wo dzi ale be woate ŋu alé wo.”
For, thus, saith Yahweh, Behold me! slinging out the inhabitants of the land at this throw, —And I will distress them that they may discover it.
19 Baba nam le abi si mexɔ la ta. Nye abi la nye abi makumaku! Gake megblɔ na ɖokuinye be, “Esia nye nye dɔléle eya ta ele nam be manɔ te ɖe enu.”
Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, —But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:
20 Wogbã nye agbadɔ eye wolã eƒe kawo. Vinye ŋutsuwo dzo eye womegali o. Ame aɖeke mesusɔ si atu nye agbadɔ nam alo akpe ɖe ŋunye awɔ gbɔɖemeƒe nam o.
My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, —My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains.
21 Alẽkplɔlawo nye movitɔwo eye womebiaa Yehowa ta sena o, eya ta nu medzea edzi na wo o. Ale woƒe alẽhawo hã kaka.
For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, —For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered.
22 Ƒu to anyi, ɣli aɖe ɖi, ƒu to anyi, egbɔna, hoowɔwɔ gã aɖe tso anyiehenyigba dzi gbɔna! Awɔ Yuda duwo woazu aƒedo kple nɔƒe na amegaxiwo.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, —To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
23 O Yehowa, menya be amegbetɔ ƒe agbe menye eya ŋutɔ tɔ o eye menye amegbetɔ ƒe dɔ wònye be wòalé eƒe mɔ atsɔ o.
I know O Yahweh, That not to a son of earth, pertaineth his own path, —Not, to the man who walketh, also to direct his own steps.
24 Yehowa, ɖɔm ɖo, gake kple afiatsotso nyui, menye le wò dziku me o. Ne menye nenema o la, àwɔm mazu nu maɖinu.
Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
25 Trɔ wò dɔmedzoe helĩhelĩ la kɔ ɖe dukɔ siwo menya wò o kple ame siwo meyɔa wò ŋkɔ o la dzi. Elabena wovuvu Yakob, wovuvui keŋkeŋ, eye wogblẽ eƒe nɔƒe.
Pour out thy wrath—Upon the nations that know thee not, and Upon the families that, upon thy Name, have not called, —For they have devoured Jacob Yea they have devoured him and consumed him, And, his habitation, have they made desolate.
