Yeremia 20
1 Bere a Imer a ɔyɛ Awurade asɔredan mu adwumayɛfo so panyin babarima ɔsɔfo Pashur tee sɛ Yeremia rehyɛ nkɔm fa saa nneɛma yi ho no,
Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the LORD’s house, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
2 ɔma wɔboroo Yeremia, na wɔbɔɔ no dua mu wɔ Benyamin Atifi Pon a ɛwɔ Awurade asɔredan no mu hɔ no.
Then Pashhur struck Jeremiah the prophet and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the LORD’s house.
3 Ade kyee a Pashur san no no, Yeremia ka kyerɛɛ no se, “Awurade din a ɔde ama wo no nyɛ Pashur na mmom Magormisabib.
On the next day, Pashhur released Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, “The LORD has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.
4 Na sɛɛ na Awurade se: ‘Mɛma wo ho ayɛ hu ama wʼankasa ne wo nnamfonom nyinaa, wʼankasa de wʼani behu sɛ wɔtotɔ wɔ wɔn atamfo mfoa ano. Mede Yuda nyinaa bɛma Babiloniahene na wasoa wɔn akɔ Babilonia anaasɛ ɔde afoa bekunkum wɔn.
For the LORD says, ‘Behold, I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends. They will fall by the sword of their enemies, and your eyes will see it. I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them captive to Babylon, and will kill them with the sword.
5 Mede kuropɔn yi ahode, nʼadwumayɛ so aba, ne nneɛma a ɛsom bo ne Yuda ahemfo nnwetɛbona nyinaa bɛma wɔn atamfo. Wɔbɛfa no sɛ asade akɔ Babilonia.
Moreover I will give all the riches of this city, and all its gains, and all its precious things, yes, I will give all the treasures of the kings of Judah into the hand of their enemies. They will make them captives, take them, and carry them to Babylon.
6 Na wo Pashur, ne wo fifo nyinaa bɛkɔ nnommum mu wɔ Babilonia. Ɛhɔ na wo ne wo nnamfonom a wohyɛɛ wɔn akɔntoro no nyinaa bewuwu na wɔasie mo.’”
You, Pashhur, and all who dwell in your house will go into captivity. You will come to Babylon, and there you will die, and there you will be buried, you, and all your friends, to whom you have prophesied falsely.’”
7 Awurade, wodaadaa me na ɛbaa mu saa; wudii me so na wutintim me so. Wodii me ho fɛw da mu nyinaa; na obiara serew me.
LORD, you have persuaded me, and I was persuaded. You are stronger than I, and have prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all day. Everyone mocks me.
8 Bere biara a mɛkasa no, meteɛ mu, pae mu ka akakabensɛm ne ɔsɛe. Enti Awurade asɛm de ahohora ne nsopa abrɛ me da mu nyinaa.
For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, “Violence and destruction!” because the LORD’s word has been made a reproach to me, and a derision, all day.
9 Sɛ meka se, “Meremmɔ ne din anaa merenkasa wɔ ne din mu” a, nʼasɛm te sɛ ogya wɔ me koma mu, ogya a wɔde ahyɛ me nnompe mu, mabrɛ ne ne kita nokware, merentumi.
If I say that I will not make mention of him, or speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones. I am weary with holding it in. I can’t.
10 Mete asomsɛm bebree sɛ, “Ehu wɔ baabiara! Montoa no! Momma yɛnkɔtoa no!” Me nnamfonom nyinaa retwɛn sɛ mɛwatiri, na wɔka se, “Ebia wɔbɛdaadaa no; na yɛatumi no atɔ ne so were.”
For I have heard the defaming of many: “Terror on every side! Denounce, and we will denounce him!” say all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall. “Perhaps he will be persuaded, and we will prevail against him, and we will take our revenge on him.”
11 Nanso Awurade ka me ho sɛ dɔmbarima; enti mʼataafo bɛwatiri na wɔrentumi. Wobedi nkogu na wobegu wɔn anim ase pasaa; wɔn werɛ remfi wɔn nsopa no da.
But the LORD is with me as an awesome mighty one. Therefore my persecutors will stumble, and they won’t prevail. They will be utterly disappointed because they have not dealt wisely, even with an everlasting dishonor which will never be forgotten.
12 Asafo Awurade! Wo a wosɔ ɔtreneeni hwɛ na wopɛɛpɛɛ koma ne adwene mu, ma minhu wʼaweretɔ wɔ wɔn so, efisɛ mede mʼasɛm dan wo.
But the LORD of Hosts, who tests the righteous, who sees the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them, for I have revealed my cause to you.
13 Monto dwom mma Awurade! Munyi Awurade ayɛ! Ogye ohiani nkwa fi amumɔyɛfo nsam.
Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD, for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
14 Nnome nka da a wɔwoo me! Nhyira mpare da a me na woo me.
Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.
15 Nnome nka onipa a ɔbɛbɔɔ mʼagya amanneɛ, nea ɔmaa nʼani gyei, na ɔkae se, “Wɔawo ɔbabarima ama wo!”
Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.
16 Ma saa onipa no nyɛ sɛ nkurow a Awurade tu gui a wannya ahummɔbɔ no. Ma ɔnte osu anɔpa, ne akobɛn nnyigyei owigyinae.
Let that man be as the cities which the LORD overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime,
17 Sɛ wankum me wɔ awotwaa mu amma me na anyɛ ɔda amma me no nti, nʼawotwaa yɛɛ kɛse afebɔɔ.
because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.
18 Adɛn koraa na mifii awotwaa mu pue behuu ɔhaw ne awerɛhow na mede aniwu rebewie me nkwa nna yi?
Why did I come out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
