Jeremaya 47
1 Okwu Onyenwe anyị nke ruru Jeremaya onye amụma ntị banyere ndị Filistia. Okwu ndị a bịara tupu Fero ebuso obodo Gaza agha.
The word of Jehovah which came to Jeremiah the prophet concerning the Philistines, before Pharaoh had smitten Gaza.
2 Ihe ndị a ka Onyenwe anyị kwuru, “Lee ka mmiri si ala elu nʼakụkụ ugwu; ha ga-aghọkwa mmiri nke na-erubiga oke. Ha ga-erukwasị ala ahụ, kpuchiekwa ihe niile dị nʼime ya, ọ ga-ekpuchikwa obodo niile dị nʼala ahụ, na ndị bi nʼime ya. Ndị niile bi nʼala ahụ ga-eti mkpu akwa, mmadụ niile ga-akwasikwa akwa ike.
Thus saith Jehovah: Behold, waters rise up out of the North, And they shall become an overflowing torrent, And shall overflow the land, and all that is therein, —The city, and them that dwell therein; And the men shall cry aloud, And all the inhabitants of the land shall wail.
3 Mgbe ha ga-anụ ụzụ ikiri ụkwụ nke ọtụtụ ịnyịnya, nke na-agbata ọsọ na-abịa nʼebe ha nọ, mgbe ha ga-anụkwa ụzụ ụgbọ agha ndị iro, na ụzụ nzọ ụkwụ igwe ha. Nʼoge ahụ, ndị bụ nna agaghị enwe ike nyere ụmụ ha aka, nʼihi na aka ha ga-akụda nʼakụkụ ha.
At the noise of the stamping of the horses, At the rattling of his chariots, And at the rumbling of his wheels, Fathers look not back for their children, For feebleness of hands,
4 Nʼihi na ụbọchị ahụ abịala mgbe a ga-ebibi ndị Filistia niile, mgbe a ga-ebipụ ndị niile fọdụrụ, ndị nwere ike inyere obodo Taịa na Saịdọn aka. Nʼihi na Onyenwe anyị akwadoola ibibi ndị Filistia, o kwadoola ibibi ndị ahụ fọdụrụ nʼọnụ mmiri Kafto.
Because of the day which cometh, To lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and from Sidon Every helper that remaineth. For Jehovah will lay waste the Philistines, The remnant of the country of Caphtor.
5 Gaza ga-akpụcha isi ya nʼọnọdụ iru ụjụ. A ga-eme ka Ashkelọn dere duu. Ruo ole mgbe ka unu ga-anọgide na-egbukasị onwe unu ahụ, unu bụ ndị fọdụrụ afọdụ bi nʼala dị larịị?
Baldness is come upon Gaza, Askelon is in ruins, And the remnant of their valley! How long wilt thou cut thyself?
6 “‘Ewoo, gị mma agha Onyenwe anyị, ole mgbe ị ga-ezu ike? Mịnye onwe gị nʼọbọ gị, kwụsị ịkpa ike gị ma dere duu.’
Ah! sword of Jehovah, How long ere thou wilt be quiet? Retire into thy scabbard, Rest, and be still!
7 Ma ọ ga-esikwanụ aṅaa zuru ike, ebe ọ bụ Onyenwe anyị nyere ya iwu ibu agha megide Ashkelọn, na ndị bi nʼọnụ mmiri oke osimiri?”
But how canst thou be at rest, Since Jehovah hath given thee a charge against Askelon, And against the coast of the sea? There hath he appointed it.
