Jeremia 47
1 Ny tenin’ i Jehovah izay tonga tamin’ i Jeremia mpaminany ny amin’ ny Filistina, fony Farao tsy mbola namely an’ i Gaza.
So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote Gaza:
2 Izao no lazain’ i Jehovah: Indro, misy rano mizotra avy any avaratra ka ho tonga ony maria manafotra ny tany mbamin’ izay rehetra ao aminy, dia ny tanàna mbamin’ izay monina ao aminy; Ka dia hitaraina ny olona, ary hidradradradra ny mponina rehetra amin’ ny tany.
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 Noho ny fikatrokatroky ny kitron’ ny soavaliny matanjaka sy ny fikorodondrodon’ ny kalesiny ary ny fikotrototroky ny kodiany ny ray dia tsy miherika ny zanany, fa efa miraviravy tanana,
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 Noho ny hihavian’ ny andro handravana ny Filistina rehetra sy handringanana izay sisa rehetra amin’ ny mpamonjy an’ i Tyro sy Sidona; Fa horavan’ i Jehovah ny Filistina, dia ny sisa avy any amin’ ny nosy Kaftora.
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 Voaharatra Gaza, ringana Askelona mbamin’ ny sisa amin’ ny lohasahany; Mandra-pahoviana no mbola hitetika ny tenanao ianao?
Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —How long, wilt thou cut thyself?
6 Indrisy ry sabatr’ i Jehovah! Mandra-pahoviana no tsy hitsaharanao? Midìra ao amin’ ny tranonao ihany; Mitsahara, ka mijanòna.
Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.
7 Hataony ahoana no fitsahatra. Fa Jehovah no nandidy azy, eny, hamely an’ i Askelona mbamin’ ny eny amoron-dranomasina no efa nanendreny azy.
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!
