Jeremaya 20

1 Mgbe Pashua nwa Imea, bụ onye nchụaja, ma burukwa onyeisi na-elekọta ụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị, nụrụ amụma ndị a Jeremaya na-ebu,

Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the LORD’s house, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.

2 o nyere iwu ka e tie Jeremaya, bụ onye amụma ihe, kee ya agbụ, tinye ya nʼọnụ ụzọ ama Dị Elu nke Benjamin, nke dị ụlọnsọ ukwu Onyenwe anyị.

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 Nʼechi ya, mgbe Pashua tọpụrụ ya site nʼagbụ ahụ, Jeremaya sịrị ya, “Onyenwe anyị akpọghị gị Pashua, kama aha gị bụ Mago-Misabib, nke pụtara, Nwoke ihe egwu gbara gburugburu.

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 Nʼihi na nke a ka Onyenwe anyị na-ekwu, ‘Aga m eme ka ị ghọọrọ onwe gị, ghọọkwara ndị enyi gị niile ihe egwu. Anya gị abụọ ka ị ga-eji hụ ha mgbe mma agha ndị iro ha ga-egbuda ha. Aga m ararakwa ala Juda niile nyefee ha nʼaka eze Babilọn, onye ga-egbuda ha. Aga m ararakwa ala Juda niile nyefee ha nʼaka eze Babilọn, onye ga-eburu ndị niile bi nʼime ya gaa Babilọn. Ọ ga-egbu ndị fọdụrụ.

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 Aga m enyefe ndị iro ha akụ niile dị nʼobodo, na ihe niile ha rụpụtara, na ihe niile dị oke ọnụahịa, na ngwongwo na akụ niile nke ndị eze Juda. Ha ga-eburu ya dịka ihe a kwatara nʼagha laa Babilọn.

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 Ma gị onwe gị bụ Pashua, na ndị niile bi nʼụlọ gị, ka a ga-adọta nʼagha buru gaa Babilọn. Nʼebe ahụ ka ị ga-anwụ. Ebe ahụ kwa ka a ga-eli gị, gị na ndị enyi gị ndị a niile ị na-eburu amụma ụgha.’”

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 Onyenwe anyị, ị ghọọla m aghụghọ, meekwa m ka m ghọọ onye a ghọgburu nʼaghụghọ. I jidesiela m aka ike, mee ka uche gị mezuo m nʼahụ. Lee na mmadụ niile na-akparị m ụbọchị niile. Onye ọbụla jikwa m na-eme ihe ọchị.

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 Nʼihi na mgbe ọbụla m meghere ọnụ kwuo okwu, aghaghị m iti mkpu. Aga m akpọ mkpu banyere ihe ike na ịla nʼiyi. Nʼihi na okwu Onyenwe anyị ewetarala m mkparị na ịkwa emo ụbọchị niile.

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 Ọ bụrụkwa na m ekwuo nʼobi m sị, “Agaghị m ekwute ihe ọbụla metụtara okwu ya maọbụ aha ya ọzọ.” Ọ dịghị ekwe m. Nʼihi na okwu ya na-enwu m ọkụ nʼobi. Ọ dịkwa ka ọkụ na-enwu enwu emechibidoro ụzọ nʼime ọkpụkpụ m. Ike agwụla m ịnagide okpomọkụ nke okwu ya. Nʼezie, apụghịkwa m ịnagide ya.

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 Ana m anụ ọtụtụ akụkọ nzuzo, “Oke egwu nʼakụkụ niile! Jụụnụ ya! Ka anyị jụụnụ ya!” Ndị enyi m niile nọ na-eche mgbe m ga-azọhie ụkwụ daa, na-asị, “Ma eleghị anya ọ ga-abụ onye eduhiere, mgbe ahụ, anyị ga-emegide ya, bọọrọ onwe anyị ọbọ nʼahụ ya.”

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 Ma Onyenwe anyị nọnyeere m dịka dike nʼagha; nʼihi ya, ndị na-esogbu m ga-asọ ngọngọ, ha agaghị emerikwa m. Ihe ha zubere agaghị emezuru ha, nʼihi ya, ihere ga-eme ha nke ukwuu; a gaghị echezọkwa ọnọdụ ihere ha ruo ebighị ebi.

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 dishonour which will never be forgotten.

12 Ma gị, Onyenwe anyị, Onye pụrụ ime ihe niile, gị, onye na-enyocha onye ezi omume, onye anya ya na-eru nʼihe dị mmadụ nʼobi na nʼime echiche uche ya, biko, kwere ka m dị ndụ hụ mgbe ị ga-abọrọ onwe gị ọbọ megide ha, nʼihi na ọ bụ nʼaka gị ka m tinyere ihe niile gbasara m.

But the LORD of Armies, 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 Bụkuonụ Onyenwe anyị abụ! Nyenụ Onyenwe anyị otuto! Nʼihi na ọ na-anapụta ndụ ndị mkpa na-akpa, site nʼaka ndị ajọ omume.

Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD, for he has delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.

14 Ihe a bụrụ ọnụ ka ụbọchị ahụ a mụrụ m bụ. Ka ụbọchị nne m mụrụ m ghara inwe ngọzị.

Cursed is the day in which I was born. Don’t let the day in which my mother bore me be blessed.

15 Onye a na-abụ ọnụ ka nwoke ahụ bụ nke wetara nna m akụkọ ọmụmụ m, nke mere ka ọ ṅụrịa ọṅụ, na-asị ya, “A mụọlara gị nwa, ọ bụ nwa nwoke!”

Cursed is the man who brought news to my father, saying, “A boy is born to you,” making him very glad.

16 Ka e meekwa nwoke ahụ ihe Onyenwe anyị mere obodo ndị ahụ o bibiri na-enweghị ọmịiko. Ka nwoke ahụ nọgidekwa na-anụ iti mkpu akwa nʼụtụtụ, na akwa ibu agha nʼehihie.

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 Nʼihi na ọ hapụrụ igbu m mgbe m nọ nʼafọ nne m, hapụ ime ka afọ nne m bụrụ ili m, ka afọ ya bụrụkwa ihe buru ibu ruo mgbe ebighị ebi.

because he didn’t kill me from the womb. So my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.

18 Nʼihi gịnị ka m ji site nʼafọ nne m pụta ịhụ ọnọdụ ọjọọ ndị a, na ịnọgide nʼobi mwute, na ịnọ ọnọdụ ihere ogologo ụbọchị niile nke ndụ m?

Why did I come out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?