Yeremia 10
1 Montie deɛ Awurade ka kyerɛ mo, Ao Israel fiefoɔ.
Hear ye the word which Yahweh hath spoken unto you, O house of Israel: —
2 Yei ne deɛ Awurade seɛ: “Monnsua amanaman no akwan na momma ewiem nsɛnkyerɛnneɛ mmɔ mo hu. Ɛwom sɛ yeinom bɔ amanaman no hu
Thus, saith Yahweh—Unto the way of the nations, become not ye accustomed, Nor at the signs of the heavens, be ye dismayed, —Because the nations are dismayed at them.
3 nanso nkurɔfoɔ no amanneɛ nka hwee; wɔtwa dua firi kwaeɛm, na odwumfoɔ de ne fitiiɛ asene.
For as for the prescribed customs of the peoples, vanity, they are, —For a tree out of the forest, one cutteth down, Work for the hands of a skilled workman with the axe:
4 Wɔde dwetɛ ne sikakɔkɔɔ hyehyɛ no; wɔde nnadewa ne asaeɛ bobɔ si hɔ sɛdeɛ ɛrenhwe fam.
With silver and with gold, he decketh it, —With nails and with hammers, they fasten them, that it may not totter.
5 Ɛte sɛ kaakaammotobi a ɛsi ɛferɛ mfikyifuo mu, wɔn ahoni no ntumi nkasa; ɛsɛ sɛ wɔsoa wɔn ɛfiri sɛ wɔntumi nnante. Monnsuro wɔn; wɔrentumi nha mo na wɔrentumi nyɛ adepa biara nso.”
Mere palm-trunks turned, they are and cannot speak, They must needs be, carried, for they cannot take a step, Be not afraid of them, for they cannot do harm, And even to do good, is not in their power.
6 Obiara nte sɛ wo, Ao Awurade; woyɛ kɛseɛ na wo din wɔ tumi.
None, there is, like unto thee, O Yahweh, —Great, art, thou, And, great, is thy Name, for might.
7 Hwan na ɛnsɛ sɛ ɔdi wo ni, Ao, amansanhene? Yei na ɛfata woɔ. Amanaman no so anyansafoɔ nyinaa mu ne wɔn ahennie nyinaa mu, obiara ne wo nsɛ.
Who would not revere thee, O King of nations? For, thee, doth it beseem; Forasmuch as among all the wise men of the nations And throughout all their royal estate, None, there is like unto thee.
8 Wɔn nyinaa yɛ adwenemherɛfoɔ ne nkwaseafoɔ; dua ahoni a ɛho nni mfasoɔ na ɛma wɔn nkyerɛkyerɛ.
But at once, do they become brutish and stupid, —An example of utmost vanity, is, a tree!
9 Wɔde dwetɛ a wɔaboro firi Tarsis ba ne sikakɔkɔɔ nso firi Ufas ba. Ɛyɛ deɛ odwumfoɔ ne sikadwumfoɔ ayɛ a wɔde ntoma bibire ne beredum afira no. Ne nyinaa yɛ adwumfoɔ anyansafoɔ nsa ano adwuma.
Silver spread into plates, from Tarshish is brought, And gold, from Uphaz, Work for the craftsman and for the hands of the smith, —Blue and purple, is their clothing, Work for the skilled, are they all.
10 Nanso, Awurade ne nokorɛ Onyankopɔn no; ɔno ne Onyankopɔn teasefoɔ, daapem Ɔhene no. Sɛ ne bo fu a, asase woso; na amanaman no ntumi nnyina nʼabufuhyeɛ ano.
But, Yahweh, is God in truth, He, is a God that, liveth, And a King of times age-abiding, —At his anger, quaketh the earth, And nations cannot endure his wrath.
11 “Ka yei kyerɛ wɔn: ‘Saa anyame a ɛnyɛ wɔn na wɔyɛɛ ɔsoro ne asase no bɛyera afiri asase so ne ɔsorosoro ase.’”
Thus, shall ye say unto them, The gods that made not the heavens, And the earth, Shall perish out of the earth, And from under these heavens!
12 Nanso, Onyankopɔn de ne tumi bɔɔ asase; ɔtoo ewiase fapem wɔ ne nyansa mu na ɔde ne nhunumu trɛɛ ɔsorosoro mu.
He that made the earth by his power, That established the world by his wisdom, —And by his understanding stretched out the heavens,
13 Sɛ ɔdwidwa aprannaa a, ɔsorosoro nsuo bobom; ɔma omununkum ma ne ho so firi nsase ano. Ɔde ayerɛmo ka osutɔ ho ba na ɔgyaa mframa mu firi nʼakoradan mu.
At the voice that he uttered, there was a tumult of waters in the heavens, And he caused vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth, —The lightnings for rain, he made, And brought forth wind out of his treasuries.
14 Onipa biara nnim nyansa, na ɔnni nimdeɛ; sikadwumfoɔ biara anim gu ase, ɛsiane nʼahoni enti. Ne nsɛsodeɛ yɛ atorɔ; wɔnni ahomeɛ biara wɔ wɔn mu.
Every son of earth hath become too brutish to discern, Every goldsmith, hath been put to shame by a graven image, —For a falsehood, is his molten image, Seeing there is no breath in them.
15 Wɔn ho nni mfasoɔ, na wɔyɛ aseredeɛ nneɛma. Sɛ wɔn atemmuo duru so a, wɔbɛyera.
Vanity, they are, the handiwork of mockeries, —In the time of their visitation, shall they perish.
16 Deɛ ɔyɛ Yakob Kyɛfa no nte sɛ yeinom, ɛfiri sɛ ɔno ne adeɛ nyinaa Yɛfoɔ, a Israel, abusua a ɛyɛ nʼagyapadeɛ nso ka ho, Asafo Awurade ne ne din.
Not like these, is the portion of Jacob, For the fashioner of all things, is, he, And, Israel, is his inherited sceptre, —Yahweh of hosts, is his name.
17 Mommoaboa mo ahodeɛ ano mfiri asase no so, mo a motete nkuro a wɔatua mu.
Fold up, from the ground thy travelling carpet, —O inhabitress of the fortress;
18 Na yei ne deɛ Awurade seɛ: “Saa ɛberɛ yi mɛto wɔn a wɔtete asase yi so atwene; mede amanehunu bɛba wɔn so sɛdeɛ wɔbɛfa wɔn nnommum.”
For, thus, saith Yahweh, Behold me! slinging out the inhabitants of the land at this throw, —And I will distress them that they may discover it.
19 Me pira yi enti mennue; mʼapirakuro yɛ koankorɔ! Nanso mehyɛɛ me ho den sɛ, “Yei ne me yadeɛ, na ɛsɛ sɛ memia mʼani.”
Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, —But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:
20 Wɔasɛe me ntomadan; wɔatwitwa ne nhoma nyinaa mu. Wɔafa me mma nyinaa kɔ a merenhunu wɔn bio; anka obiara a ɔbɛsi me ntomadan anaa ɔbɛsiesie me suhyɛ.
My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, —My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains.
21 Nnwanhwɛfoɔ no yɛ adwenemherɛfoɔ. Wɔmmisa Awurade akyiri ɛkwan; ɛno enti ɛnsi wɔn yie na wɔn nnwankuo no abɔ ahwete.
For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, —For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered.
22 Montie! Amaneɛ no reba, basabasayɛ kɛseɛ a ɛfiri atifi fam asase bi so! Ɛbɛma Yuda nkuro ada mpan, na ayɛ sakraman atuo.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, —To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
23 Ao Awurade, menim sɛ, onipa nkwa nyɛ ne dea; na ɛnyɛ onipa na ɔkyerɛkyerɛ nʼanammɔntuo.
I know O Yahweh, That not to a son of earth, pertaineth his own path, —Not, to the man who walketh, also to direct his own steps.
24 Tene me so, Awurade, wɔ tenenee mu, mfiri wʼabofuo mu ntwe mʼaso anyɛ saa a, mɛwu.
Chastise me, O Yahweh But yet in measure, —Not in thine anger, lest thou make me few.
25 Hwie wʼabufuhyeɛ no gu amanaman a wɔnnye wo ntom no so, nnipa a wɔmmɔ wo din no so. Ɛfiri sɛ, wɔasɛe Yakob wɔasɛe no koraa na wɔasɛe nʼasase a wɔwoo no too so.
Pour out thy wrath—Upon the nations that know thee not, and Upon the families that, upon thy Name, have not called, —For they have devoured Jacob Yea they have devoured him and consumed him, And, his habitation, have they made desolate.
