Pashhur Arrests Jeremiah
1 Pashhur son of Immer was a priest and the chief of temple security. He heard what I had said, 2 and so he hit me. Then he had me arrested and put in chains at the Benjamin Gate in the Lord's temple. 3 The next day, when Pashhur let me go free, I told him that the Lord had said:
No longer will I call you Pashhur. Instead, I will call you Afraid-of-Everything. 4 You will be afraid, and you will bring fear to your friends as well. You will see enemies kill them in battle. Then I will let the king of Babylonia take everyone in Judah prisoner, killing some and dragging the rest away to Babylonia. 5 He will clean out the royal treasury and take everything else of value from Jerusalem.
6 Pashhur, you are guilty of telling lies and claiming they were messages from me. That's why I will let the Babylonians take you, your family, and your friends as prisoners to Babylonia, where you will all die and be buried.
Jeremiah Complains to the Lord
7 You tricked me, Lord,
and I was really fooled.
You are stronger than I am,
and you have defeated me.
People never stop sneering
and insulting me.
8 You have let me announce
only injustice and death.
Your message has brought me
nothing but insults
and trouble.
9 Sometimes I tell myself
not to think about you, Lord,
or even mention your name.
But your message burns
in my heart and bones,
and I cannot keep silent.
10 I heard the crowds whisper,
“Everyone is afraid.
Now's our chance
to accuse Jeremiah!”
All of my so-called friends
are just waiting
for me to make a mistake.
They say, “Maybe Jeremiah
can be tricked.
Then we can overpower him
and get even at last.”
11 But you, Lord,
are a mighty soldier,
standing at my side.
Those troublemakers
will fall down and fail—
terribly embarrassed,
forever ashamed.
12 Lord All-Powerful,
you test those who do right,
and you know every heart
and mind.
I have told you my complaints,
so let me watch you
take revenge on my enemies.
13 I sing praises to you, Lord.
You rescue the oppressed
from the wicked.
14 Put a curse on the day I was born!
Don't bless that day.
15 Put a curse on the man
who told my father, “Good news!
You have a son.”
16 May that man be like the towns
you destroyed without pity.
Let him hear shouts of alarm
in the morning
and battle cries at noon.
17 He deserves to die
for not killing me
before I was born.
Then my mother's body
would have been my grave.
18 Why did I have to be born?
Was it just to suffer
and die in shame?
Jeremija un Pašhūrs
1 Priesteris Pašhūrs, Immēra dēls, kas bija Kunga nama uzraugs, dzirdēja Jeremiju pravietojam šo visu. 2 Tad Pašhūrs sita pravieti Jeremiju un ielika viņu siekstā, kas atradās Benjāmina vārtos, pie Kunga nama augšdaļas. 3 Un no rīta Pašhūrs atlaida pravieti Jeremiju no siekstas, un Jeremija viņam teica: “Tevi vairs nesauks par Pašhūru, bet par Visušausmīgo!”
4 Jo tā saka Kungs: “Redzi, es uzsūtīšu tev šaušalas, tev un visiem taviem mīļajiem, viņi kritīs no ienaidnieka zobena, un tavas acis to redzēs! Visu Jūdu es atdošu Bābeles ķēniņa rokā, un viņš aiztrieks to trimdā uz Bābeli un kaus ar zobenu! 5 Es atdošu ienaidnieka rokā visus šīs pilsētas dārgumus, visus tās krājumus un dārglietas, un visas Jūdas ķēniņu dārgumus, – tie tās izlaupīs, paņems un aiznesīs uz Bābeli! 6 Un tu, Pašhūr, un visi, kas dzīvo tavā namā, aiziesiet gūstā, jūs iesiet uz Bābeli, tur mirsiet un tiksiet aprakti – tu un visi tavi mīļie, kam tu pravietoji melus!”
Jeremijas žēlabas par vajātājiem
7 Tu mani pierunāji, Kungs,
es ļāvos pierunāties,
tu mani pārspēkoji un pievārēji,
es biju par izsmieklu cauru dienu,
visi par mani ņirdz!
8 Jo, kad es runāju,
es kliedzu,
spaidi un varasdarbi! –
es saucu.
Man bija Kunga vārds
par kaunu un izsmieklu
cauru dienu!
9 Es teicu:
viņu vairs neatcerēšos,
vairs viņa vārdā nerunāšu!
Manā sirdī bija degoša uguns,
kaulos man ieslodzīta,
knapi turos to valdīt
un nevaru.
10 Es dzirdēju daudzas paļas:
visapkārt šaušalas –
apsūdzam, uzrādām viņu!
Visi mani ļaudis
lūko, kad kritīšu:
varbūt viņš pieviļas
un mēs viņu pievārēsim
un sariebsim viņam!
11 Bet ar mani ir Kungs
kā varonis spēcīgs! –
Tādēļ klups mani vajātāji
un nepārspēs mani!
Tie paliks kaunā,
jo nejēdz,
negods tiem mūžīgs –
tas netiks aizmirsts!
12 Pulku Kungs,
kas pārbauda taisno,
kas redz sirdis un prātus!
Ļauj, lai es ieraugu,
kā tu atriebies viņiem,
tev es uzticu savu lietu!
13 Dziediet Kungam,
slavējiet Kungu,
jo viņš izglāba nabaga dzīvību
no ļaundaru rokas!
14 Nolādēta tā diena,
kad piedzimu,
diena, kurā māte mani dzemdēja,
nav svētīta!
15 Nolādēts tas vīrs,
kurš pateica manam tēvam:
tev piedzimis dēls, –
re, kā iepriecināja!
16 Lai tam vīram ir kā tām pilsētām,
kuras Kungs noplēsa un nežēloja,
lai viņš dzird kliedzam no rīta
un kara dunu jau pusdienas laikā!
17 Kādēļ viņš nenogalēja mani vēl mātes klēpī!
Tad mana māte būtu mans kaps
un viņas klēpis paliktu mūžam grūts.
18 Kādēļ es pametu klēpi?
Lai redzētu mokas un pūles?
Lai manas dienas ritētu kaunā?
