Jeremaya 20
1 Mgbe Pashua nwa Imea, bụ onye nchụaja, ma burukwa onyeisi na-elekọta ụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ amụma ndị a Jeremaya na-ebu,
Pashhur, son of Immer, was a priest and the official in charge of the Lord's Temple. When he heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,
2 o nyere iwu ka e tie Jeremaya, bụ onye amụma ihe, kee ya agbụ, tinye ya nʼọnụ ụzọ ama Dị Elu nke Benjamin, nke dị ụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị.
he beat Jeremiah the prophet and had him put in the stocks at the Upper Benjamin Gate, near to the Lord's Temple.
3 Nʼechi ya, mgbe Pashua tọpụrụ ya site nʼagbụ ahụ, Jeremaya sịrị ya, “Onyenwe anyị akpọghị gị Pashua, kama aha gị bụ Mago-Misabib, nke pụtara, Nwoke ihe egwu gbara gburugburu.
The following day, when Pashhur had Jeremiah released from the stocks, Jeremiah told him, “The Lord doesn't call you Pashhur (tear in pieces), but Magor-missabib (terror is everywhere).
4 Nʼihi na nke a ka Onyenwe anyị na-ekwu, ‘Aga m eme ka ị ghọọrọ onwe gị, ghọọkwara ndị enyi gị niile ihe egwu. Anya gị abụọ ka ị ga-eji hụ ha mgbe mma agha ndị iro ha ga-egbuda ha. Aga m ararakwa ala Juda niile nyefee ha nʼaka eze Babilọn, onye ga-egbuda ha. Aga m ararakwa ala Juda niile nyefee ha nʼaka eze Babilọn, onye ga-eburu ndị niile bi nʼime ya gaa Babilọn. Ọ ga-egbu ndị fọdụrụ.
For this is what the Lord says: I'm going to make you terrified—you and all those you love. Enemies will kill them as you watch. I will hand Judah over to the king of Babylon. He will kill some, and the rest he will take away into exile in Babylon.
5 Aga m enyefe ndị iro ha akụ niile dị nʼobodo, na ihe niile ha rụpụtara, na ihe niile dị oke ọnụahịa, na ngwongwo na akụ niile nke ndị eze Juda. Ha ga-eburu ya dịka ihe a kwatara nʼagha laa Babilọn.
I'm going to give it all away. All the wealth of this city, all the results of hard work, all the valuables, all the crown jewels of Judah's kings—I'm going to hand it over to their enemies, who will take it as plunder and carry it off to Babylon.
6 Ma gị onwe gị bụ Pashua, na ndị niile bi nʼụlọ gị, ka a ga-adọta nʼagha buru gaa Babilọn. Nʼebe ahụ ka ị ga-anwụ. Ebe ahụ kwa ka a ga-eli gị, gị na ndị enyi gị ndị a niile ị na-eburu amụma ụgha.’”
You, Pashhur, and everyone who lives with you, will go into captivity. You will go to Babylon. You will die there and be buried—you and all those you love, those to whom you prophesied lies.”
7 Onyenwe anyị, ị ghọọla m aghụghọ, meekwa m ka m ghọọ onye a ghọgburu nʼaghụghọ. I jidesiela m aka ike, mee ka uche gị mezuo m nʼahụ. Lee na mmadụ niile na-akparị m ụbọchị niile. Onye ọbụla jikwa m na-eme ihe ọchị.
You fooled me, Lord, and I let myself be fooled! You're stronger than me—you've won! I've become a joke people laugh at all day long. Everyone is mocking me.
8 Nʼihi na mgbe ọbụla m meghere ọnụ kwuo okwu, aghaghị m iti mkpu. Aga m akpọ mkpu banyere ihe ike na ịla nʼiyi. Nʼihi na okwu Onyenwe anyị ewetarala m mkparị na ịkwa emo ụbọchị niile.
This is because every time I open my mouth I have to shout out warnings of violence and destruction. The Lord's message has become the reason people criticize and ridicule me the whole time.
9 Ọ bụrụkwa na m ekwuo nʼobi m sị, “Agaghị m ekwute ihe ọbụla metụtara okwu ya maọbụ aha ya ọzọ.” Ọ dịghị ekwe m. Nʼihi na okwu ya na-enwu m ọkụ nʼobi. Ọ dịkwa ka ọkụ na-enwu enwu emechibidoro ụzọ nʼime ọkpụkpụ m. Ike agwụla m ịnagide okpomọkụ nke okwu ya. Nʼezie, apụghịkwa m ịnagide ya.
If I tell myself, “I won't talk about him anymore, I won't even mention his name,” then his message is like a fire trapped within me, burning me from the inside out. I'm getting tired of holding it in. I just can't win.
10 Ana m anụ ọtụtụ akụkọ nzuzo, “Oke egwu nʼakụkụ niile! Jụụnụ ya! Ka anyị jụụnụ ya!” Ndị enyi m niile nọ na-eche mgbe m ga-azọhie ụkwụ daa, na-asị, “Ma eleghị anya ọ ga-abụ onye eduhiere, mgbe ahụ, anyị ga-emegide ya, bọọrọ onwe anyị ọbọ nʼahụ ya.”
I've heard many people gossiping: “He's the one who says, ‘terror is everywhere!’ He has to be reported! Report what he's doing!” All my good friends are waiting for me to slip up. “Maybe he'll make a mistake so we can defeat him and get our revenge on him,” they say.
11 Ma Onyenwe anyị nọnyeere m dịka dike nʼagha; nʼihi ya, ndị na-esogbu m ga-asọ ngọngọ, ha agaghị emerikwa m. Ihe ha zubere agaghị emezuru ha, nʼihi ya, ihere ga-eme ha nke ukwuu; a gaghị echezọkwa ọnọdụ ihere ha ruo ebighị ebi.
But the Lord stands beside me like a powerful warrior. So those who are attacking me will fall. They won't win! Because they're not successful they will be totally disgraced. Their shame won't ever be forgotten.
12 Ma gị, Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, gị, onye na-enyocha onye ezi omume, onye anya ya na-eru nʼihe dị mmadụ nʼobi na nʼime echiche uche ya, biko, kwere ka m dị ndụ hụ mgbe ị ga-abọrọ onwe gị ọbọ megide ha, nʼihi na ọ bụ nʼaka gị ka m tinyere ihe niile gbasara m.
Lord Almighty, you know without question who is living right. You examine people's thoughts and feelings. So let me see your punishment fall on them, because I've trusted you to judge my case.
13 Bụkuonụ Onyenwe anyị abụ! Nyenụ Onyenwe anyị otuto! Nʼihi na ọ na-anapụta ndụ ndị mkpa na-akpa, site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume.
Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord! For he saves the poor from the power of the wicked.
14 Ihe a bụrụ ọnụ ka ụbọchị ahụ a mụrụ m bụ. Ka ụbọchị nne m mụrụ m ghara inwe ngọzị.
May the day I was born be cursed! May the day my mother gave birth to me never be blessed!
15 Onye a na-abụ ọnụ ka nwoke ahụ bụ nke wetara nna m akụkọ ọmụmụ m, nke mere ka ọ ṅụrịa ọṅụ, na-asị ya, “A mụọlara gị nwa, ọ bụ nwa nwoke!”
May the man be cursed who brought my father the news that made him really happy, saying, “You have a son.”
16 Ka e meekwa nwoke ahụ ihe Onyenwe anyị mere obodo ndị ahụ o bibiri na-enweghị ọmịiko. Ka nwoke ahụ nọgidekwa na-anụ iti mkpu akwa nʼụtụtụ, na akwa ibu agha nʼehihie.
May that man be like the towns that the Lord destroyed without mercy. May he hear shouts of alarm in the morning and war-cries at noon,
17 Nʼihi na ọ hapụrụ igbu m mgbe m nọ nʼafọ nne m, hapụ ime ka afọ nne m bụrụ ili m, ka afọ ya bụrụkwa ihe buru ibu ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.
because he should have killed me in the womb so that my mother would have been my grave, remaining pregnant forever.
18 Nʼihi gịnị ka m ji site nʼafọ nne m pụta ịhụ ọnọdụ ọjọọ ndị a, na ịnọgide nʼobi mwute, na ịnọ ọnọdụ ihere ogologo ụbọchị niile nke ndụ m?
Why was I born only to see trouble and sadness, and to end my life in shame?
