Izikiel 9
1 Mgbe ahụ, a nụrụ m ka o ji oke olu kpọọ oku sị, “Bịanụ nso, unu bụ ndị ahọpụtara ilekọta obodo a, onye ọbụla jidekwa ngwa agha nʼaka ya.”
And He crieth in mine ears — a loud voice — saying, 'Drawn near have inspectors of the city, and each his destroying weapon in his hand.'
2 A hụrụ m ndị ikom isii si nʼọnụ ụzọ ama nke dị nʼakụkụ ebe dị elu na-apụta, nke chere ihu nʼugwu, onye ọbụla jikwa mma agha nʼaka ya. Otu onye nʼime ha yi uwe akwa ọcha, nyarakwa nwa akpa nke ihe e ji ede akwụkwọ dị nʼime ya. Ha niile batara nʼime ụlọnsọ, guzokwa nʼakụkụ ebe ịchụ aja e ji bronz wuo.
And lo, six men are coming from the way of the upper gate, that is facing the north, and each his slaughter-weapon in his hand, and one man in their midst is clothed with linen, and a scribe's inkhorn at his loins, and they come in, and stand near the brazen altar.
3 Ma ebube nke Chineke Izrel sitere nʼelu cherubim ndị ahụ, ebe ọ nọ na mbụ, bilie bịa guzokwa nʼọnụ ụzọ ụlọnsọ ahụ. Mgbe ahụ, Onyenwe anyị kpọrọ nwoke ahụ yi uwe akwa ọcha bụ onye nya akpa ahụ nke ihe e ji ede ihe dị nʼime ya,
And the honour of the God of Israel hath gone up from off the cherub, on which it hath been, unto the threshold of the house.
4 ọ sịrị ya, “Bilie, jegharịa nʼokporoụzọ niile nke obodo Jerusalem, kakwasị akara nʼegedege ihu ndị niile na-akwa akwa na ndị niile na-asụ ude nʼihi ihe arụ niile nke a na-eme nʼime ya.”
And He calleth unto the man who is clothed with linen, who hath the scribe's inkhorn at his loins, and Jehovah saith unto him, 'Pass on into the midst of the city, into the midst of Jerusalem, and thou hast made a mark on the foreheads of the men who are sighing and who are groaning for all the abominations that are done in its midst.'
5 Anụkwara m ka ọ gwara ndị ọzọ, “Soronụ ya baa nʼime obodo, gbukwaanụ, unu emekwarala onye ọbụla ebere maọbụ ọmịiko.
And to the others he said in mine ears, 'Pass on into the city after him, and smite; your eye doth not pity, nor do ye spare;
6 Gbuonụ ha niile, ndị okenye, na ụmụ okorobịa, na ụmụ agbọghọbịa, na ndị inyom, na ụmụntakịrị. Ma unu emetụkwala onye ọbụla nwere akara ahụ nʼihu ya. Malitenụ nʼebe a, nʼime ụlọnsọ ukwu m.” Ya mere, ha malitere igbu ndị okenye ndị nọ nʼihu ụlọnsọ.
aged, young man, and virgin, and infant, and women, ye do slay — to destruction; and against any man on whom [is] the mark ye do not go nigh, and from My sanctuary ye begin.'
7 Ọ sịkwara ha, “Merụọnụ ụlọnsọ a! Werekwanụ ozu ndị unu gburu egbu tụjuo nʼime ogige ya! Gaanụ!” Ha pụrụ baa nʼime obodo, bido igbu ndị mmadụ.
And they begin among the aged men who [are] before the house, and He saith unto them, 'Defile the house, and fill the courts with the wounded, go forth.' And they have gone forth and have smitten in the city.
8 Mgbe ha nọ na-egbu ndị mmadụ maọbụ naanị m fọdụrụ, adara m nʼala kpuchie ihu m, tie mkpu akwa, sị, “Ewoo, Onye kachasị ihe niile elu, bụ Onyenwe anyị! Ị ga-esite nʼoke iwe ị na-eweso Jerusalem bibie ihe niile fọdụrụ nʼIzrel?”
And it cometh to pass, as they are smiting, and I — I am left — that I fall on my face, and cry, and say, 'Ah, Lord Jehovah, art Thou destroying all the remnant of Israel, in Thy pouring out Thy wrath on Jerusalem?'
9 Ọ sịrị m, “Mmehie niile nke ụlọ Izrel na Juda dị ukwuu rie nne. Ala niile jupụtakwara nʼọbara ndị egburu, obodo jupụtakwara nʼikpe ikpe na-ezighị ezi. Nʼihi na ha na-asị, ‘Onyenwe anyị esitela nʼala anyị wezuga onwe ya. Ọ dịghị ihe Onyenwe anyị na-ahụ.’
And He saith unto me, 'The iniquity of the house of Israel and Judah [is] very very great, and the land is full of blood, and the city hath been full of perverseness, for they have said: Jehovah hath forsaken the land, and Jehovah is not seeing.
10 Nʼihi ya, agaghị m ahapụ ha, agakwaghị m enwe ọmịiko nʼahụ ha. Aga m akwụghachi ha nʼihi ihe ọjọọ niile ha mere.”
And I also, Mine eye doth not pity, nor do I spare; their way on their own head I have put.'
11 Mgbe ahụ, nwoke ahụ yi uwe akwa ọcha, nke nya akpa nke ihe e ji ede akwụkwọ dị nʼime ya, lọghachiri sị, “Arụchaala m ọrụ i nyere m ịrụ.”
And lo, the man clothed with linen, at whose loins [is] the inkhorn, is bringing back word, saying, 'I have done as Thou hast commanded me.'
