Jeremia 20
1 Rĩrĩa Pashuri ũrĩa mũthĩnjĩri-Ngai, mũrũ wa Imeri, o ũcio warĩ mũnene wa arĩa angĩ kũu hekarũ-inĩ ya Jehova, aiguire Jeremia akĩratha maũndũ macio-rĩ,
Now Pashur the son of Immer the priest, who was also chief governor in the house of Yhwh, heard that Jeremiah prophesied these things.
2 agĩathana Jeremia ũcio mũnabii ahũũrwo na oohererwo magũrũ ndungu-inĩ hau Kĩhingo-inĩ kĩa Rũgongo kĩa Benjamini, o kũu hekarũ-inĩ ya Jehova.
Then Pashur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the high gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of Yhwh.
3 Mũthenya ũcio warũmĩrĩire, rĩrĩa Pashuri aamuohorithirie ndungu magũrũ, Jeremia akĩmwĩra atĩrĩ, “Rĩĩtwa rĩrĩa Jehova agũtuĩte ti Pashuri, no ũrĩĩtagwo Magori-Misabibu.
And it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah unto him, Yhwh hath not called thy name Pashur, but Magor–missabib.
4 Nĩ ũndũ Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ: ‘Nĩngũtũma ũtuĩke ta ũndũ wa kũguoyohia kũrĩ wee mwene o na wa kũmakia arata aku othe; nĩũkeyonera na maitho maku rĩrĩa andũ acio makooragwo na rũhiũ rwa njora rwa thũ ciao. Nĩnganeana andũ a Juda othe kũrĩ mũthamaki wa Babuloni, nake amatahe amatware Babuloni, kana amooragithie na rũhiũ rwa njora.
For thus saith Yhwh, Behold, I will make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall behold it: and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive into Babylon, and shall slay them with the sword.
5 Nĩnganeana ũtonga wothe wa itũũra rĩĩrĩ inene kũrĩ thũ ciao: maciaro marĩo mothe, indo ciothe ciarĩo cia bata, o na mĩthithũ yothe ya athamaki a Juda. Nĩmagacitaha macitware Babuloni.
Moreover I will deliver all the strength of this city, and all the labours thereof, and all the precious things thereof, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, which shall spoil them, and take them, and carry them to Babylon.
6 Nawe Pashuri, na arĩa othe matũũraga gwaku nyũmba, nĩ mũgaatahwo mũtwarwo Babuloni. Kũu nĩkuo ũgaakuĩra na ũthikwo o kuo, wee hamwe na arata aku othe arĩa ũrathagĩra ũhoro wa maheeni.’”
And thou, Pashur, and all that dwell in thine house shall go into captivity: and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be buried there, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied lies.
7 Wee Jehova, nĩwaheenereirie, na niĩ ngĩheeneka, wangĩririe hinya ũkĩĩhoota. Ndindaga ngĩthekererwo mũthenya wothe; nyũrũragio nĩ mũndũ o wothe.
O Yhwh, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh me.
8 Rĩrĩa rĩothe ngwaria-rĩ, nyanagĩrĩra ngĩhunjanagĩria ũhoro wa maũndũ ma ũhinya, na ma mwanangĩko. Nĩ ũndũ ũcio ndũmĩrĩri ya Jehova ĩndeeheire o kũrumwo na kũnyararwo mũthenya wothe.
For since I spake, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of Yhwh was made a reproach unto me, and a derision, daily.
9 No ingiuga atĩrĩ, “Ndigũcooka kũmũgweta kana kwaria ngĩgwetaga rĩĩtwa rĩake,” ndũmĩrĩri yake ĩrĩa ĩrĩ ngoro-inĩ yakwa ĩhaana ta mwaki, o ta mwaki ũhingĩrĩirio mahĩndĩ-inĩ makwa. Nĩnogetio nĩkũmĩiga thĩinĩ wakwa, na ti-itherũ ndingĩhota.
Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
10 Nĩnjiguaga andũ aingĩ makĩheehana atĩrĩ, “Itua-nda rĩrĩ mĩena yothe! Nĩacukanĩrĩrwo! Nĩtũmũcuukanĩrĩre!” Arata akwa othe metereire ndenderũke, makiugaga atĩrĩ, “Hihi nĩekũheeneka; hĩndĩ ĩyo nĩtũkũmũtooria, twĩrĩhĩrie harĩ we.”
For I heard the defaming of many, fear on every side. Report, say they, and we will report it. All my familiars watched for my halting, saying, Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him.
11 No rĩrĩ, Jehova arĩ hamwe na niĩ ta njamba ĩrĩ hinya; nĩ ũndũ ũcio andũ arĩa maanyariiraga nĩmakahĩngwo na matikahootana. Nĩmagaconorithio mũno nĩgũkorwo matigaatooria; kũnyararwo kwao gũtikariganĩra o na rĩ.
But Yhwh is with me as a mighty dread warrior: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail: they shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not prosper: their everlasting confusion shall never be forgotten.
12 Wee Jehova Mwene-Hinya-Wothe, wee ũtuĩragia andũ arĩa athingu, na ũkoiruuria maũndũ ma ngoro na ma meciiria, reke ndĩĩonere wee ũkĩndĩhĩria harĩ andũ aya, nĩgũkorwo wee nĩwe ndekereirie maũndũ makwa mothe.
But, O Yhwh of Armies, that triest the righteous, and seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for unto thee have I opened my cause.
13 Inĩrai Jehova! Goocai Jehova! Nĩgũkorwo nĩahonokagia mĩoyo ya arĩa abatari, akamĩruta moko-inĩ ma arĩa aaganu.
Sing unto Yhwh, praise ye Yhwh: for he hath delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers.
14 Mũthenya ũrĩa ndaciarirwo ũrogwatwo nĩ kĩrumi! Mũthenya ũrĩa maitũ aanjiarire-rĩ, ũroaga kũrathimwo!
Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed.
15 Mũndũ ũrĩa waheire baba ũhoro ũcio arogwatwo nĩ kĩrumi, ũrĩa watũmire akene mũno, rĩrĩa aamwĩrire atĩrĩ, “Nĩũciarĩirwo mwana wa kahĩĩ!”
Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad.
16 Mũndũ ũcio-rĩ, arotuĩka o ta matũũra marĩa Jehova aangʼaũranirie atarĩ na tha. Arotũũra aiguaga mũkayo o rũciinĩ, na akaigua mbu ya mbaara mĩaraho.
And let that man be as the cities which Yhwh overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning, and the shouting at noontide;
17 Nĩ ũndũ ndanjũragire ndĩ nda ya maitũ, nĩguo maitũ atuĩke o taarĩ mbĩrĩra yakwa, nayo nda yake ĩtũũre ĩimbĩte nginya tene.
Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.
18 Rĩu-rĩ, ndoimire nda ya maitũ nĩkĩ, nyonage o thĩĩna na kĩeha, na ndĩkĩrĩrie matukũ makwa njonokete?
Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
