Ieremia 47
1 KA olelo a Iehova i hiki mai ia Ieremia, i ke kaula, e ku e i na Pilisetia mamua o ko Parao anai ana ia Gaza.
The word of the Lord that came to Jeremiah the prophet against the Philistines, before the time that Pharaoh smote Gazzah.
2 Ke i mai nei o Iehova penei; Aia hoi, ke pii mai nei na wai, mai ke kukulu akau mai, a e lilo i wai kahe, a e halana mai no maluna o ka aina, a maluna o kona mau mea a pau e piha'i, o ke kulanakauhale, a me ka poe e noho la maloko; alaila, e uwe ai na kanaka, a e aoa hoi ka poe a pau o noho la ma ka aina.
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 No ka halulu o ka hahi ana o na maiuu o kona mau lio, a no ka holo ikaika ana o kona mau kaakaua, a me ke kani ana o kona mau kaa, aole e nana ihopo na makuakane i na keiki, no ka nawaliwali o na lima.
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 No ka la e hiki mai ana, e anai loa i na Pilisetia a pau, a e hooki aku, mai Turo, a mai Zidona aku i na mea kokua a pau i koe; no ka mea, e anai loa no o Iehova i na Pilisetia, i ke koena hoi o ka moku o Kapetora.
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 Ua hiki mai ka ohule maluna o Gaza, ua hooki loa ia o Asekelona, o ke koena hoi o ke awawa. Pehea la ka loihi o kou okioki ana ia oe iho?
Baldness is come upon Gazzah; ruined is Ashkelon with the remnant of their valley: how long yet wilt thou cut thyself?
6 E ka pahikaua o Iehova, pehea la ka loihi, a moe oe? e hoihoi ae ia oe iho ma kau wahi; e hoomaha, a e noho malie.
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 Pehea la e hiki ai ia ia ke moe? No ka mea, ua kauoha o Iehova ia ia e ku e ia Asekelona, i ko kahakai. Malaila kona kuhikuhi ana ia ia.
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.
