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Cry Wey Dem Cry Over Israel Wey Don Fall

Dem sing funeral song for nation wey still dey stand. Di way out dey repeat: seek me and live, seek good, set justice for di gate. Dia festivals and songs our Papa refuse to hear; wetin e want na justice wey go flow like water.

Chapter 5.

Hear dis word wey I dey raise as cry over una, house of Israel: Israel don fall, she no go rise again, dat virgin girl; she dey lie for ground, dem don leave her for her own land, and nobody dey to raise her up.

Because na dis my Oga wey get all power talk: Di city wey dey march comot with 1,000 people go get only one hundred remain; di one wey dey march comot with one hundred go get only ten remain—for di house of Israel.

Because na dis our Papa talk to di house of Israel: Look for me and live. But no look for Bethel, no go Gilgal, no cross go Beersheba; because Gilgal go surely go into exile, and Bethel go turn to notin. a a v5 Gilgal in name sef dey sound like "dem roll am comot go exile" — di shrine wey di people put dem trust for am, na im turn to di word for dem own captivity.

Look for our Papa and live, if not, e go sweep like fire pass di house of Joseph; e go chop am finish, and nobody go dey to quench am for Bethel. Una wey dey turn justice to bitter poison and dey throway correct-and-holy way for ground. Na im make di Pleiades and Orion, na im dey turn deep darkness to morning and dey turn day to night, na im dey call di waters of di sea and dey pour dem out over di face of di earth—our Papa na im name. E dey flash destruction come on top di strong people, and ruin dey come on top di fortress. Dem hate di person wey dey correct people for di gate, and dem despise di person wey dey talk true-true word. b b v10 Di 'gate' na di entrance of di city wey dem dey hear court matter and dey do justice — na like di courthouse of dat time. So den, because una dey trample di poor people and dey collect grain tax from am, una don build houses with cut stone, but una no go live inside dem; una don plant fine vineyard, but una no go drink dem wine. Because I know how many na una offence dem and how big na una sin dem—una wey dey trouble di correct-and-holy people and dey collect bribe and dey push di needy people comot for di gate. So den di wise person go keep quiet for dat kind time, because na evil time. Look for good and no be evil, so dat una go live; and so di Papa wey get all di army of heaven go dey with una, just as una don dey claim. Hate evil and love good, and put justice for di gate; maybe di Papa wey get all di army of heaven go show grace to di remnant of Joseph.

So di Papa wey get all di army of heaven talk: For every square, wailing; for every street, dem go cry, "Chai! Chai!" Dem go call di farmer come mourn, and dem wey sabi cry lament to come wail. For all di vineyard dem, wailing go dey, because I go pass through una midst, na our Papa talk am.

Di Day of Our Papa Na Darkness

Sorry for una wey dey long for di day of our Papa! Why una wan make di day of our Papa come? E be darkness, no be light. E go be like when man run comot from lion only to meet bear, or e enter im house and rest im hand for wall only make snake bite am. Abi di day of our Papa no go be darkness, no be light—pure black darkness, wey no get any brightness inside am?

I hate, I despise una festival dem; I no dey take any joy for una solemn gathering dem. Even if una offer me burnt offering and una grain offering, I no go accept dem; and di peace offering of una fat animal dem, I no go even look am. Comot di noise of una song dem for my front; I no go listen to di music of una harp dem. But make justice roll down like water, and correct-and-holy way like stream wey no dey ever dry. Una bring me sacrifice and offering dem for dat forty years for di wilderness, house of Israel? Una don lift up Sikkuth una king and Kiyyun una star-god, di images wey una make for una own sef. c c v26 Sikkuth and Kiyyun na Assyrian and Babylonian star-god dem; di people bin dey secretly carry dis idol dem even while dem dey claim say dem dey worship di true God. So I go send una into exile pass Damascus, na our Papa talk am—di Papa wey get all di army of heaven na im name.

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