Jeremia 47
1 Ĩno nĩyo ndũmĩrĩri ya Jehova ĩrĩa yakinyĩrĩire Jeremia ũrĩa mũnabii, ĩkoniĩ andũ a Filisti, Firaũni atanatharĩkĩra Gaza:
The word of the Lord that came to Jeremiah the prophet against the Philistines, before the time that Pharaoh smote Gazzah.
2 Jehova ekuuga atĩrĩ: “Ta rora ũrĩa kĩguũ kĩa maaĩ kĩroima na kũu mwena wa gathigathini; nĩgĩgũtuĩka ta rũũĩ rũiyũru mũno, rũkoina. Megũtherera moinĩre bũrũri na kĩrĩa gĩothe kĩrĩ kuo, na moinĩre matũũra-inĩ na arĩa matũũraga kuo. Andũ nĩmagakaya; arĩa othe maikaraga bũrũri ũcio makaarĩra na magirĩke,
Thus hath said the Lord, Behold, waters are coming up out of the north, and they shall become an overflowing stream, and shall overflow the land, and what filleth it; the city, and those that dwell therein: and the men shall cry aloud, and every inhabitant of the land shall wail.
3 maigua mũkubio wa mbarathi igĩtengʼera, na inegene rĩa ngaari cia ita cia thũ ciao, o na mũrurumo wa magũrũ ma ngaari icio. Maithe ma ciana matikehũgũra mateithie ciana ciao; moko mao magaikara o ũguo maregerete.
Because of the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his stud-horses, because of the rushing sound of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels, fathers do not turn round to their children from their feebleness of hands;
4 Nĩgũkorwo mũthenya nĩmũkinyu wa kũniina andũ a Filisti othe, na wa kweheria matigari mothe ma andũ arĩa mangĩteithia Turo na Sidoni. Jehova arĩ hakuhĩ kwananga andũ a Filisti, acio maatigaire kuuma hũgũrũrũ-inĩ cia Kafitori.
Because of the day that cometh to devastate all the Philistines, to cut off from Tyre and Zidon every helper that remaineth; for the Lord devastateth the Philistines, the remnant of the isle of Caphthor.
5 Andũ a Gaza makeenjwo njuĩrĩ macakae; Ashikeloni nakuo gũgaakira ki. Atĩrĩrĩ, inyuĩ matigari maya mũrĩ kũu werũ-inĩ, mũgũtũũra mwĩtemangaga nginya-rĩ?
Baldness is come upon Gazzah; ruined is Ashkelon with the remnant of their valley: how long yet wilt thou cut thyself?
6 “Mũrarĩra mũkooria atĩrĩ, ‘Wee, rũhiũ rwa njora rwa Jehova-rĩ, ũgũthiĩ na mbere nginya rĩ ũngĩkaahurũka? Wĩcookie njora-inĩ; hurũka na ũkire o ro ũguo.’
Woe! thou sword of the Lord, how long yet wilt thou not be quiet? withdraw thyself into thy scabbard, take thee rest, and be still.
7 No rĩrĩ, rũngĩkĩhuurũka atĩa, o rĩrĩa arĩ Jehova ũrwathĩte, o rĩrĩa arwĩrĩte rũtharĩkĩre Ashikeloni, o na kũu ndwere-inĩ cia iria?”
Yet how canst thou be quiet? When the Lord hath given it a charge, against Ashkelon, and against the sea-coast—thither hath he destined it.
