Jeremiah 20

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Verse 1

When the priest Pashhur son of Immer, the official in charge of the temple of the Lord, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things,

وَسَمِعَ الْكَاهِنُ فَشْحُورُ بْنُ إِمِّيرَ الَّذِي كَانَ النَّاظِرَ الأَوَّلَ عَلَى بَيْتِ الرَّبِّ إِرْمِيَا يَتَنَبَّأُ بِهَذِهِ الأُمُورِ،

Verse 2

he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin at the Lord’s temple.

فَضَرَبَ فَشْحُورُ إِرْمِيَا النَّبِيَّ وَزَجَّهُ فِي الْمِقْطَرَةِ الَّتِي بِبَابِ بِنْيَامِينَ الأَعْلَى الَّذِي عِنْدَ هَيْكَلِ الرَّبِّ.

Verse 3

The next day, when Pashhur released him from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him, “The Lord’s name for you is not Pashhur, but Terror on Every Side.

وَفِي الْيَوْمِ الثَّانِي عِنْدَمَا أَخْرَجَ فَشْحُورُ إِرْمِيَا مِنَ الْمِقْطَرَةِ، قَالَ لَهُ إِرْمِيَا: «إِنَّ الرَّبَّ لَمْ يَدْعُ اسْمَكَ فَشْحُورَ، بَلْ مَجُورَ مِسَّابِيبَ (أَيْ: رُعْباً مِنْ كُلِّ نَاحِيَةٍ).

Verse 4

For this is what the Lord says: ‘I will make you a terror to yourself and to all your friends; with your own eyes you will see them fall by the sword of their enemies. I will give all Judah into the hands of the king of Babylon, who will carry them away to Babylon or put them to the sword.

هَذَا مَا يَقُولُهُ الرَّبُّ: ’هَا أَنَا أَجْعَلُكَ أَنْتَ وَجَمِيعَ أَحِبَّائِكَ عُرْضَةً لِلرُّعْبِ فَيَتَسَاقَطُونَ بِحَدِّ سُيُوفِ أَعْدَائِهِمْ عَلَى مَرْأَى مِنْكَ، وَأُسْلِمُ كُلَّ أَهْلِ يَهُوذَا لِيَدِ مَلِكِ بَابِلَ فَيُجْلِيهِمْ إِلَى بَابِلَ وَيَذْبَحُهُمْ بِالسَّيْفِ.

Verse 5

I will deliver all the wealth of this city into the hands of their enemies—all its products, all its valuables and all the treasures of the kings of Judah. They will take it away as plunder and carry it off to Babylon.

وَأَدْفَعُ كُلَّ ثَرْوَةِ هَذِهِ الْمَدِينَةِ، وَكُلَّ نِتَاجِهَا وَنَفَائِسِهَا، وَكُلَّ كُنُوزِ مُلُوكِ يَهُوذَا إِلَى يَدِ أَعْدَائِهَا، فَيَغْنَمُونَهَا وَيَسْتَوْلُونَ عَلَيْهَا وَيَنْقُلُونَهَا مَعَهُمْ إِلَى بَابِلَ.

Verse 6

And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house will go into exile to Babylon. There you will die and be buried, you and all your friends to whom you have prophesied lies.’”

Jeremiah’s Complaint

أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَا فَشْحُورُ وَجَمِيعُ الْمُقِيمِينَ مَعَكَ فِي بَيْتِكَ فَتَذْهَبُونَ إِلَى الأَسْرِ فِي بَابِلَ حَيْثُ تَمُوتُ وَتُدْفَنُ هُنَاكَ أَنْتَ وَسَائِرُ أَحِبَّائِكَ الَّذِينَ تَنَبَّأْتَ لَهُمْ بِالأَكَاذِيبِ.‘»

شكوى إرميا

Verse 7

You deceived^[a] me, Lord, and I was deceived^[b];
you overpowered me and prevailed.
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.

يَا رَبُّ قَدْ أَقْنَعْتَنِي فَاقْتَنَعْتُ، أَنْتَ أَقْوَى مِنِّي فَغَلَبْتَ، فَأَصْبَحْتُ مَثَارَ سُخْرِيَةٍ طَوَالَ النَّهَارِ. كُلُّ وَاحِدٍ يَسْتَهْزِئُ بِي.

Verse 8

Whenever I speak, I cry out
proclaiming violence and destruction.
So the word of the Lord has brought me
insult and reproach all day long.

لأَنِّي كُلَّمَا تَكَلَّمْتُ أَصْرُخُ مُنَدِّداً، وَأُنَادِي: «ظُلْمٌ وَاغْتِصَابٌ» فَجَلَبَتْ عَلَيَّ كَلِمَةُ الرَّبِّ الاحْتِقَارَ وَالْعَارَ طَوَالَ النَّهَارِ.

Verse 9

But if I say, “I will not mention his word
    or speak anymore in his name,”
his word is in my heart like a fire,
    a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
    indeed, I cannot.

إِنْ قُلْتُ: «سَأَكُفُّ عَنْ ذِكْرِهِ وَلا أَتَكَلَّمُ بِاسْمِهِ بَعْدُ» صَارَ كَلامُهُ فِي قَلْبِي كَنَارٍ مُحْرِقَةٍ مَحْصُورَةٍ فِي عِظَامِي، فَأَعْيَانِي كِتْمَانُهُ وَعَجَزْتُ عَنْ كَبْتِهِ.

Verse 10

I hear many whispering,
    “Terror on every side!
    Denounce him! Let’s denounce him!”
All my friends
    are waiting for me to slip, saying,
“Perhaps he will be deceived;
    then we will prevail over him
    and take our revenge on him.”

لأَنِّي سَمِعْتُ نَفَثَاتِ تَهْدِيدٍ مِنْ كَثِيرِينَ، وَأَحَاطَ بِي رُعْبٌ مِنْ كُلِّ جَانِبٍ. يَقُولُونَ: «اشْتَكُوا عَلَيْهِ فَنَشْتَكِيَ عَلَيْهِ»، حَتَّى جَمِيعُ أَصْدِقَائِي الْحَمِيمِينَ يَرْقُبُونَ كَبْوَتِي قَائِلِينَ: «لَعَلَّهُ يَتَعَثَّرُ فَنَتَغَلَّبَ عَلَيْهِ وَنَنْتَقِمَ مِنْهُ».

Verse 11

But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior;
so my persecutors will stumble and not prevail.
They will fail and be thoroughly disgraced;
their dishonor will never be forgotten.

لَكِنَّ الرَّبَّ مَعِي كَمُحَارِبٍ جَبَّارٍ، لِهَذَا يَعْثُرُ كُلُّ مُضْطَهِدِيَّ وَلا يَظْفَرُونَ بِي. يَلْحَقُ بِهِمْ عَارٌ عَظِيمٌ لأَنَّهُمْ لَا يُفْلِحُونَ، وَيَظَلُّ خِزْيُهُمْ مَذْكُوراً إِلَى الأَبَدِ.

Verse 12

Lord Almighty, you who examine the righteous
and probe the heart and mind,
let me see your vengeance on them,
for to you I have committed my cause.

أَيُّهَا الرَّبُّ الْقَدِيرُ مُخْتَبِرُ الصِّدِّيقِ وَالْمُطَّلِعُ عَلَى سَرَائِرِ النُّفُوسِ، دَعْنِي أَشْهَدُ انْتِقَامَكَ مِنْهُمْ لأَنِّي إِلَيْكَ فَوَّضْتُ قَضِيَّتِي.

Verse 13

Sing to the Lord!
Give praise to the Lord!
He rescues the life of the needy
from the hands of the wicked.

اشْدُوا لِلرَّبِّ وَسَبِّحُوهُ، لأَنَّهُ أَنْقَذَ نَفْسَ الْمِسْكِينِ مِنْ قَبْضَةِ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ.

Verse 14

Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!

لِيَكُنْ مَلْعُوناً ذَلِكَ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي وُلِدْتُ فِيهِ، وَلْيَخْلُ الْيَوْمُ الَّذِي أَنْجَبَتْنِي فِيهِ أُمِّي مِنْ كُلِّ بَرَكَةٍ.

Verse 15

Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
“A child is born to you—a son!”

لِيَكُنْ مَلْعُوناً ذَلِكَ الرَّجُلُ الَّذِي بَشَّرَ أَبِي قَائِلاً: قَدْ وُلِدَ لَكَ ابْنٌ فَجَعَلَ قَلْبَهُ يَفِيضُ بِالْفَرَحِ.

Verse 16

May that man be like the towns
the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon.

لِيُصْبِحْ ذَلِكَ الرَّجُلُ كَالْمُدُنِ الَّتِي قَلَبَهَا الرَّبُّ مِنَ غَيْرِ رِفْقٍ، وَليَسْمَعْ صُرَاخَ الْمَعَارِكِ فِي الصَّبَاحِ، وَضَجِيجَ جَلَبَتِهَا عِنْدَ الظَّهِيرَةِ.

Verse 17

For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.

لِيَكُنْ ذَلِكَ الرَّجُلُ مَلْعَوناً لأَنَّهُ لَمْ يَقْتُلْنِي مِنَ الرَّحِمِ، فَتَضْحَى أُمِّي قَبْراً لِي، وَتَظَلُّ حُبْلَى بِي إِلَى الأَبَدِ.

Verse 18

Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?

لِمَاذَا خَرَجْتُ مِنَ الرَّحِمِ لأُقَاسِيَ التَّعَبَ وَالأَوْجَاعَ، وَأُفْنِيَ أَيَّامِي بِالْخِزْيِ؟