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.
So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote 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 Yahweh—Lo! waters rising from the North And they shall become a torrent overflowing, Which shall overflow The land and the fulness thereof, The city, and the dwellers therein, —Then shall men make outcry, And all the inhabitants of the land, howl.
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.
Because of the sound of the tramping of the hoofs of his chargers, Because of the rushing of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels Fathers shall not turn, to children, Because of the unnerving of their 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.
On account of the day that cometh to lay waste all the Philistines, To cut off from Tyre and Zidon every escaped one that could have helped, —For Yahweh is laying waste the Philistines, The remnant of the Coastland 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 hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —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! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself 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?”
How, can it be quiet, when, Yahweh, hath given it a charge, —against Ashkelon and against the shore of the sea? There, hath he appointed it!
