1 Pasur, filho do sacerdote Imer, que era presidente na Casa do Senhor, ouviu a Jeremias profetizando estas coisas. 2 Então, feriu Pasur ao profeta Jeremias e o meteu no tronco que estava na porta superior de Benjamim, na Casa do Senhor. No dia seguinte, Pasur tirou a Jeremias do tronco. 3 Então, lhe disse Jeremias: O Senhor já não te chama Pasur, e sim Terror-Por-Todos-Os-Lados. 4 Pois assim diz o Senhor: Eis que te farei ser terror para ti mesmo e para todos os teus amigos; estes cairão à espada de seus inimigos, e teus olhos o verão; todo o Judá entregarei nas mãos do rei da Babilônia; este os levará presos à Babilônia e feri-los-á à espada. 5 Também entregarei toda a riqueza desta cidade, todo o fruto do seu trabalho e todas as suas coisas preciosas; sim, todos os tesouros dos reis de Judá entregarei nas mãos de seus inimigos, os quais hão de saqueá-los, tomá-los e levá-los à Babilônia. 6 E tu, Pasur, e todos os moradores da tua casa ireis para o cativeiro; irás à Babilônia, onde morrerás e serás sepultado, tu e todos os teus amigos, aos quais profetizaste falsamente.

7 Persuadiste-me, ó Senhor, e persuadido fiquei; mais forte foste do que eu e prevaleceste; sirvo de escárnio todo o dia; cada um deles zomba de mim. 8 Porque, sempre que falo, tenho de gritar e clamar: Violência e destruição! Porque a palavra do Senhor se me tornou um opróbrio e ludíbrio todo o dia. 9 Quando pensei: não me lembrarei dele e já não falarei no seu nome, então, isso me foi no coração como fogo ardente, encerrado nos meus ossos; já desfaleço de sofrer e não posso mais. 10 Porque ouvi a murmuração de muitos: Há terror por todos os lados! Denunciai, e o denunciaremos! Todos os meus íntimos amigos que aguardam de mim que eu tropece dizem: Bem pode ser que se deixe persuadir; então, prevaleceremos contra ele e dele nos vingaremos. 11 Mas o Senhor está comigo como um poderoso guerreiro; por isso, tropeçarão os meus perseguidores e não prevalecerão; serão sobremodo envergonhados; e, porque não se houveram sabiamente, sofrerão afronta perpétua, que jamais se esquecerá. 12 Tu, pois, ó Senhor dos Exércitos, que provas o justo e esquadrinhas os afetos e o coração, permite veja eu a tua vingança contra eles, pois te confiei a minha causa. 13 Cantai ao Senhor, louvai ao Senhor; pois livrou a alma do necessitado das mãos dos malfeitores.

14 Maldito o dia em que nasci! Não seja bendito o dia em que me deu à luz minha mãe! 15 Maldito o homem que deu as novas a meu pai, dizendo: Nasceu-te um filho!, alegrando-o com isso grandemente. 16 Seja esse homem como as cidades que o Senhor, sem ter compaixão, destruiu; ouça ele clamor pela manhã e ao meio-dia, alarido. 17 Por que não me matou Deus no ventre materno? Por que minha mãe não foi minha sepultura? Ou não permaneceu grávida perpetuamente? 18 Por que saí do ventre materno tão somente para ver trabalho e tristeza e para que se consumam de vergonha os meus dias?

1 Now Pashhur, the son of Immer the priest, who was chief officer in the house of Jehovah, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things. 2 Then Pashhur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the upper gate of Benjamin, which was in the house of Jehovah. 3 And it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashhur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah unto him, Jehovah hath not called thy name Pashhur, but Magor-missabib. 4 For thus saith Jehovah, Behold, I will make thee a terror to thyself, and to all thy friends; and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies, and thine eyes shall behold it; and I will give all Judah into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive to Babylon, and shall slay them with the sword. 5 Moreover I will give all the riches of this city, and all the gains thereof, and all the precious things thereof, yea, all the treasures of the kings of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies; and they shall make them a prey, and take them, and carry them to Babylon. 6 And thou, Pashhur, and all that dwell in thy house shall go into captivity; and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and there shalt thou be buried, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied falsely.

7 O Jehovah, thou hast persuaded me, and I was persuaded; thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am become a laughing-stock all the day, every one mocketh me. 8 For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, Violence and destruction! because the word of Jehovah is made a reproach unto me, and a derision, all the day. 9 And if I say, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with forbearing, and I cannot contain. 10 For I have heard the defaming of many, terror on every side. Denounce, and we will denounce him, say all my familiar friends, they that watch for my fall; peradventure he will be persuaded, and we shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him. 11 But Jehovah is with me as a mighty one and a terrible: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail; they shall be utterly put to shame, because they have not dealt wisely, even with an everlasting dishonor which shall never be forgotten. 12 But, O Jehovah of hosts, that triest the righteous, that seest the heart and the mind, let me see thy vengeance on them; for unto thee have I revealed my cause. 13 Sing unto Jehovah, praise ye Jehovah; for he hath delivered the soul of the needy from the hand of evil-doers.

14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born: let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed. 15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings to my father, saying, A man-child is born unto thee; making him very glad. 16 And let that man be as the cities which Jehovah overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime; 17 because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great. 18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

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

2 he had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Gate of Benjamin at the LORD's temple.

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.

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.

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.

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.'"

7 You deceived "me, LORD, and I was deceived "; you overpowered me and prevailed. I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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

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

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!"

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.

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

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