Yeremia 10
1 Mise nya si gblɔm Yehowa le na mi, O Israel ƒe aƒe
Hear the word which the LORD speaks to you, 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.
The LORD says, “Don’t learn the way of the nations, and don’t be dismayed at the signs of the sky; for 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 the customs of the peoples are vanity; for one cuts a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman with the ax.
4 Wotsɔa klosalo kple sika fana ɖe eŋuti.
They deck it with silver and with gold. They fasten it with nails and with hammers, so that it can’t move.
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.”
They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don’t speak. They must be carried, because they can’t move. Don’t be afraid of them; for they can’t do evil, neither is it in them to do good.”
6 O Yehowa, ame aɖeke mele abe wò ene o; èlolo eye wò ŋkɔ nye ŋusẽ triakɔ.
There is no one like you, LORD. You are great, and your name is great in 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 shouldn’t fear you, King of the nations? For it belongs to you. Because among all the wise men of the nations, and in all their royal estate, there is no one like you.
8 Wo katã wonye susumanɔsitɔwo kple numanyalawo. Aklamakpakpɛ si mele ɖeke me o lae nye woƒe nufiala.
But they are together brutish and foolish, instructed by idols! It is just wood.
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.
There is silver beaten into plates, which is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the engraver and of the hands of the goldsmith. Their clothing is blue and purple. They are all the work of skillful men.
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 the LORD is the true God. He is the living God, and an everlasting King. At his wrath, the earth trembles. The nations aren’t able to withstand his indignation.
11 “Gblɔ nya sia na wo, ‘mawu siawo, esiwo mewɔ dziƒo kple anyigba o la atsrɔ̃ le anyigba dzi kple dziƒoa te.’”
“You shall say this to them: ‘The gods that have not made the heavens and the earth will perish from the earth, and from under the heavens.’”
12 Ke Mawue wɔ anyigba kple eƒe ŋusẽ; eyae na anyigba dzɔ to eƒe nunya me, eye wòtsɔ eƒe nugɔmesese keke dziƒowo mee.
God has made the earth by his power. He has established the world by his wisdom, and by his understanding has he 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.
When he utters his voice, the waters in the heavens roar, and he causes the vapors to ascend from the ends of the earth. He makes lightnings for the rain, and brings the 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 man has become brutish and without knowledge. Every goldsmith is disappointed by his engraved image; for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.
15 Nu maɖinuwo kple alɔmeɖenuwo wonye, ne woƒe ʋɔnudrɔ̃gbe ɖo la, woatsrɔ̃.
They are vanity, a work of delusion. In the time of their visitation they will 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.
The portion of Jacob is not like these; for he is the maker of all things; and Israel is the tribe of his inheritance. The LORD of Hosts is his name.
17 Miƒo miaƒe nunɔamesiwo nu ƒu ne miadzo le anyigba la dzi, mi ame siwo aʋa xa aƒe na.
Gather up your wares out of the land, you who live under siege.
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 the LORD says, “Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may feel 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 is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said, “Truly this is my grief, 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 has been destroyed, and all my cords are broken. My children have gone away from me, and they are no more. There is no one to spread my tent any more, 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 have not inquired of the LORD. Therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks have 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 voice of news, behold, it comes, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling place 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.
LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself. It is not in man who walks to direct his steps.
24 Yehowa, ɖɔm ɖo, gake kple afiatsotso nyui, menye le wò dziku me o. Ne menye nenema o la, àwɔm mazu nu maɖinu.
LORD, correct me, but gently; not in your anger, lest you reduce me to nothing.
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 your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, and on the families that don’t call on your name; for they have devoured Jacob. Yes, they have devoured him, consumed him, and have laid waste his habitation.
