Yeremiya 20
1 Awo Pasukuli eyali kabona mutabani wa Immeri, eyali omukulu mu yeekaalu ya Mukama, yawulira nga Yeremiya awa obubaka buno,
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 n’alagira Yeremiya akubibwe. N’asibibwa mu nvuba eyali mu mulyango ogw’ekyengulu ogwa Benyamini ku yeekaalu ya Mukama.
he beat Jeremiah the prophet and had him put in the stocks at the Upper Benjamin Gate, near to the Lord's Temple.
3 Olunaku olwaddirira, nga Pasukuli amusumuludde mu nvuba, Yeremiya n’amugamba nti, “Mukama takyakuyita Pasukuli, naye Magolumissabibu.
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 Kubanga bw’ati bw’ayogera Mukama nti, ‘Laba, ndikufuula eky’entiisa, ekikangabwa, eri ggwe n’eri mikwano gyo bonna; era balifa ekitala ky’abalabe baabwe, n’amaaso go galikiraba, era Yuda yonna ndigiwaayo mu mukono gwa kabaka w’e Babulooni, alibatwala e Babulooni oba okubattisa ekitala.
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 Era ndigabula obugagga bw’ekibuga kino bwonna obulimu, n’eby’omuwendo omungi era n’eby’obugagga byonna ebya bakabaka ba Yuda mu mukono gw’abalabe baabwe. Balibutwala babwetikke ng’omunyago mu Babulooni.
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 Era ggwe Pasukuli, era n’abo bonna ab’omu nnyumba yo balitwalibwa mu busibe, e Babulooni. Eyo gy’olifiira era oziikibwe, ggwe ne mikwano gyo bonna b’otegeezezza obunnabbi obw’obulimba.’”
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 Ayi Mukama, wannimba era n’ennimbibwa, wansinza amaanyi n’ompangula. Nvumibwa okuva ku makya okuzibya obudde, buli muntu ankudaalira.
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 Buli lwe njogera, ndeekaana ne nnangirira akatabanguko n’okuzikirira. Kale ekigambo kya Mukama kindeetera kuvumwa na kusekererwa buli lunaku.
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 Naye bwe ŋŋamba nti, “Sijja kumwogerako oba okweyongera okwogera mu linnya lye,” ekigambo kye mu mutima gwange kiri ng’omuliro ogwaka, ogukwekeddwa mu magumba gange. Nkooye okukizibiikiriza era ddala sisobola.
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 Mpulira bangi nga beegeya nti, “Akabi kali enjuuyi zonna. Mumuloope. Leka naffe tumuloope.” Mikwano gyange bonna banninda ngwe, nga bagamba nti, “Oboolyawo anaasobya, tumugweko tuwoolere eggwanga.”
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 Naye Mukama ali nange ng’omulwanyi ow’amaanyi ow’entiisa, kale abanjigganya kyebaliva bagwa ne bataddayo kuyimirira. Baakulemererwa era baswalire ddala n’okuswala kwabwe tekulyerabirwa emirembe gyonna.
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 Ayi Mukama Katonda ow’Eggye oyo agezesa abatuukirivu, alaba ebiri munda mu mitima era n’ebirowoozo, kale leka ndabe bw’obawoolererako eggwanga, kubanga ensonga zange nzitadde mu mikono gyo.
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 Muyimbire Mukama Katonda. Mumuwe ettendo. Kubanga awonyezza obulamu bw’omunaku mu mikono gy’abo abakozi b’ebibi.
Sing to the Lord! Praise the Lord! For he saves the poor from the power of the wicked.
14 Lukolimirwe olunaku kwe nazaalirwa! Olunaku mmange kwe yanzaalira luleme kuweebwa mukisa!
May the day I was born be cursed! May the day my mother gave birth to me never be blessed!
15 Akolimirwe eyaleetera kitange amawulire, agaamusanyusa ennyo, ng’agamba nti, “Omwana omulenzi akuzaaliddwa.”
May the man be cursed who brought my father the news that made him really happy, saying, “You have a son.”
16 Omusajja oyo abeere ng’ebibuga Mukama bye yamenyaamenya awatali kusaasira kwonna. Okukaaba kuwulirwe ku makya, ne nduulu z’abalwanyi mu ttuntu.
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 Yandinzitidde mu lubuto lwa mmange. Mmange yandibadde entaana yange, olubuto lwe ne luba lunene emirembe gyonna.
because he should have killed me in the womb so that my mother would have been my grave, remaining pregnant forever.
18 Lwaki nava mu lubuto okulaba emitawaana n’obuyinike era ennaku zange ne nzimala mu buswavu?
Why was I born only to see trouble and sadness, and to end my life in shame?
