Ezekiel 13

13 ¹Di word of our Papa come meet me say:

²"Pikin of man, prophesy against Israel prophets wey dey prophesy, and tell dem wey dey prophesy from dia own heart say: Hear di word of our Papa! ³Di Sovereign Papa talk say: Trouble dey for dat foolish prophets wey dey follow dia own spirit and never see anytin at all! ⁴Israel, your prophets be like fox wey dey waka among di broken-down place. ⁵Una no climb go di gaps or build wall for di house of Israel make e fit stand strong for battle for di day of our Papa. ⁶Dem dey see fake vision and lie fortune-telling, dey talk say, 'God don talk,' even doh our Papa no send dem—but dem dey expect make dia word come to pass. ^a a v6 Dis prophets dem dey call di Papa im own name ontop word wey e never give — na fake claim ontop im authority, no be im true voice. ⁷No be fake vision una see and lie fortune-telling una talk wen una say, 'Our Papa don talk,' even doh I no talk anytin?

⁸So na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: Because una don talk lie and see wetin no be true, I don turn against una—na di Sovereign Papa talk am. ⁹My hand dey against di prophets wey dey see fake vision and dey predict lie. Dem no go dey inside di council of my people, dem no go write dia name for Israel register, and dem no go enter di land of Israel. Den una go know say na me be di Sovereign Papa.

¹⁰"Yes, because dem lead my people comot from di road, dey talk 'Peace' wen peace no dey; wen person build wall wey no strong, dem go rub am wit white paint. ¹¹Tell dem wey dey rub am wit white paint say e go fall. Heavy rain go come, ice-stone go fall, and strong storm-wind go bust out. ¹²Wen di wall fall, dem no go ask una say, 'Where di white paint wey una rub am wit?'

¹³So na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: For my vex I go release strong storm-wind, for my anger heavy rain, for my hot vex ice-stone to destroy. ¹⁴I go pull down di wall wey una rub wit white paint and level am for ground, so dat im foundation go show clear. E go fall, and una go perish inside am. Den una go know say na me be your Papa. ¹⁵So I go pour out my anger ontop di wall and dem wey rub am wit white paint. I go tell una say: Di wall don go, and dem wey rub am don go too. ¹⁶Dat na di prophets of Israel wey prophesy about Jerusalem and see vision of peace for am wen peace no dey—na di Sovereign Papa talk am.

¹⁷"And you, pikin of man, face di women of your people wey dey prophesy from dia own heart. Prophesy against dem. ¹⁸Talk say: Di Sovereign Papa talk say: Trouble dey for di women wey dey sew magic band for every wrist and dey make veil for head of every size to trap soul! Una wan trap di soul of my people and keep una own soul alive? ¹⁹Una don spoil my name among my people because of small barley for hand and piece of bread, dey kill soul wey no suppose die and dey spare soul wey no suppose live, by dey lie to my people wey dey listen to lie.

²⁰So di Sovereign Papa talk say: I dey against una magic band wey una dey use trap soul like bird. I go tear dem comot for una arm and set free di soul wey una dey trap like bird. ²¹I go tear una veil and rescue my people from una hand; dem no go be prey for una hand again. Den una go know say na me be your Papa. ²²Because una make di correct-and-holy person heart heavy wit lie wen I no bring am any sorrow, and una encourage di wicked one make e no turn from im evil way make e save im life, ²³so una no go see fake vision again or do fortune-telling. I go rescue my people from una hand, and una go know say na me be your Papa."