Heremaia 47
1 Ko te kupu a Ihowa i puta mai ki a Heremaia poropiti mo nga Pirihitini i te mea kahore ano a Parao i patu noa i Kaha.
So much of the word of Yahweh as came unto Jeremiah the prophet, Against the Philistines, —before Pharaoh smote Gaza:
2 Ko te kupu tenei a Ihowa: Nana, te puta mai nei nga wai i te raki, ka meinga hei waipuke e ngawha ana, a ka pokia te whenua me ona mea katoa, te pa me nga tangata e noho ana i roto: a ka hamama nga tangata, ka aue hoki nga tangata katoa o te when ua.
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 Hei te haruru o te takahi o nga paua o ona hoiho kaha, hei te rorohu o ona hariata, hei te ngaehe o ona wira, kore iho nga matua e tahuri ki muri ki a ratou tamariki i te ngoikore hoki o nga ringa;
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 Na, mo te ra e haere mai nei, e pahuatia ai nga Pirihitini katoa, e hatepea atu ai i Taira, i Hairona nga kaiawhina katoa e toe nei: ka pahuatia hoki e Ihowa nga Pirihitini, nga morehu o te motu, o Kapatoro.
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 Kua tae te pakira ki runga ki Kaha; kua whakamotitia a Ahakerono, me te toenga ano o to ratou awaawa: kia pehea te roa o tau haehae i a koe?
Baldness hath come, upon Gaza, Silenced is Ashkelon the remnant of their vale, —How long, wilt thou cut thyself?
6 E te hoari a Ihowa, kia pehea te roa ka ata takoto ai koe? hoki atu ki roto ki tou kopaki: okioki, kati hoki tau.
Ah! thou sword of Yahweh, How long, wilt thou not be quiet? Withdraw into thy scabbard, Rest thyself and be still.
7 Me pehea koe e ata takoto ai, kua hoatu nei hoki e Ihowa he whakahau ki a koe? he he mo Ahakerono, mo te tahatika hoki o te moana, kua whakaritea e ia ki reira.
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!
