Jona 4
1 Ma ihe a jọrọ Jona njọ nʼobi nke ukwuu, iwe ya dịkwa ọkụ.
But this really upset Jonah, and he became very angry.
2 Nʼihi ya, o kpeere Onyenwe anyị ekpere sị, “O, Onyenwe anyị, nke a ọ bụghị ihe m kwuru, mgbe m nọ nʼala m? Ọ bụ ya mere m ji chọọ ịgbalaga na Tashish na mbụ nʼihi na amaara m na ị bụ Chineke onye na-eme amara, na onye jupụtara nʼobi ebere, na onye na-adịghị ewe iwe ọsịịsọ, nke bara ụba nʼịhụnanya, onye na-anaghị ata mmadụ ahụhụ dịka mmehie ya siri dị.
He prayed to the Lord and told him, “Lord, wasn't this what I said when I was back home? That's why I ran away to Tarshish in the first place! For I knew that you are a gracious and compassionate God, very patient and full of kindhearted love, who relents from sending disaster.
3 Ugbu a, O, Onyenwe anyị napụ m ndụ m. Ọ ga-adị m mma ịnwụ anwụ karịa ịdị ndụ.”
So just kill me now, Lord, because I'd prefer to die than to live!”
4 Ma Onyenwe anyị sịrị, “O ziri ezi na ị ga-esi otu a wee oke iwe dị ọkụ?”
The Lord responded, “Do you have a good reason to be so angry?”
5 Mgbe ahụ, Jona si nʼebe ahụ pụọ jee nọdụ ala nʼakụkụ ọwụwa anyanwụ nke obodo ahụ. O weere ahịhịa meere onwe ya ụlọ ndo, nọdụ nʼime ya, chere ka ọ hụ ihe gaje ime obodo ahụ.
Jonah left the city and sat down to the east of it. There he made himself a shelter so he could sit in the shade and watch what would happen to the city.
6 Ma Onyenwe anyị Chineke rọpụtara otu osisi nwere akwụkwọ sara mbara, nke tolitere nʼelu isi Jona, ka o ghọọrọ ya ndo ịnapụta ya nʼọnọdụ ahụ mgbakasị. Jona ṅụrịrị ọṅụ maka osisi ahụ.
The Lord God had a plant grow up and provide shade over Jonah's head to ease his discomfort. Jonah was very happy with the plant.
7 Ma nʼisi ụtụtụ echi ya, Chineke mere ka otu ikpuru pụta nke riri osisi ahụ site nʼogwe ya, si otu a mee ka ọ kpọnwụọ.
The next day at dawn the Lord had a maggot attack the plant and it withered.
8 O ruo, mgbe anyanwụ wara, Chineke mere ka ifufe na-ekpo ọkụ site nʼọwụwa anyanwụ, anyanwụ a chara Jona nʼisi nke ukwuu nke mere nʼike gwụsịrị ya. Ọ rịọrọ ka ọnwụ gbuo ya, na-asị, “ọ ga a kaara m mma na m nwụrụ anwụ, karịa na m dị ndụ.”
Then as the sun came up the Lord arranged for a scorching east wind to blow, and the sun beat down on Jonah's head so that he became faint and wanted to die. “I'd rather die than live!” he said.
9 Ma Chineke sịrị Jona, “Ọ bụ ihe ziri ezi ka i wee iwe maka osisi a?” Ọ sịrị, “E, ana m ewe oke iwe, ọ bụladị na m chọrọ ịnwụ.”
But the Lord asked Jonah, “Do you have a good reason to be so angry about the plant?” “Yes I do!” Jonah replied. “I'm angry enough to die!”
10 Mgbe ahụ Onyenwe anyị kwuru, “I nwere obi ebere nʼebe osisi a dị, nke ị na-akụghị na nke i mekwaghị ka o too, bụ nke toro nʼanyasị, nwụọkwa nʼanyasị.
Then the Lord told Jonah, “You're concerned about a plant which you did nothing about, and you didn't make it grow. It came up overnight and died overnight.
11 Mụ onwe m, m ga-aghara inwe obi ebere nʼahụ obodo ukwu a dịka Ninive, nke nwere ihe karịrị narị puku ndị mmadụ na iri puku mmadụ abụọ, bụ ndị na-amaghị nke bụ aka nri ha maọbụ aka ekpe ha, na nke ọtụtụ anụmanụ dịkwa nʼime ya?”
Shouldn't I be concerned about the great city of Nineveh where one hundred and twenty thousand people live who don't know their right hand from their left, not to mention all the animals?”
