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Ezekiel 22

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Dem Show Jerusalem Blood-Shedding Come Clear

Charge sheet against Jerusalem: princes dey shed blood, pikin dey disgrace papa and mama, dem dey squeeze foreigners, priests dey mix holy and common together, prophets dey whitewash everything. Our Papa talk say e look for one person wey go stand for the gap for the land, but e no see anybody.

Chapter 22.

Di word wey come from our Papa come reach me say:

You, pikin of man, you go judge? You go judge di city wey dey shed blood? Then face am with all di nasty things wey she dey do. Talk say: Di Almighty Papa talk say: City wey dey shed blood for inside imself, so im time don reach, and wey dey make idol give imself, dey turn dirty. Because of di blood wey you shed, you don do wrong, and because of di idol wey you make, you don dirty. You don bring your end come near, you don reach di end of your years. So I go make you shame for di nations, something wey every land go dey laugh. Dem wey dey near and dem wey dey far from you go laugh you—city wey im name dirty, wey full of wahala.

See how every prince of Israel wey dey inside you dey use im power to shed blood. Inside you dem look down on papa and mama; inside you dem oppress di stranger; inside you dem do bad to di pikin wey no get papa-mama and di widow. You don despise my holy things and you don spoil my Sabbath days. Inside you, people dey wey dey carry bad talk so dem fit shed blood; inside you, people dey wey dey chop for di mountain shrine and dey do dirty things among you. Inside you dem dey sleep with dem papa wife; inside you dem dey force woman for time wey she dey see her monthly blood. One man dey do nasty thing with im neighbor wife; another one dey do dirty thing make im daughter-in-law dirty; another one dey force im sister, im papa daughter. Inside you dem dey collect bribe so dem fit shed blood; you dey charge interest, you dey make too much profit, you dey squeeze bad gain from your neighbors. And me, you don forget me, na wetin di Almighty Papa talk.

Now look, I clap my hand together because of di crooked gain wey you make and because of di blood wey you shed for inside you. Your mind go still strong, your hand go still get power, di day wey I go deal with you? Me, your Papa, I don talk am and I go do am. I go scatter you among di nations, I go spread you across di lands, and I go comot di dirty from inside you. Wen dem don make you dirty for front of di nations, you go know say I be your Papa.

Then di word wey come from our Papa come reach me say:

Pikin of man, di house of Israel don turn to rubbish metal for me; all of dem na copper, tin, iron, lead inside di furnace—na rubbish wey remain from silver. So di Almighty Papa talk say: Because all of una don turn to dirty things, I go gather una come inside Jerusalem. Just like how dem dey gather silver, copper, iron, lead, and tin put inside furnace, and dem dey blow fire on top am make e melt, na so I go gather una inside my anger and my vex, I go put una there, and I go melt una. I go gather una and I go blow fire of my anger on top una, and una go melt inside am. Just like how silver dey melt inside furnace, na so una go melt inside am. Then una go know say Me, your Papa, I don pour my vex on top una.

Again, di word wey come from our Papa come reach me say:

Pikin of man, tell am say: You na land wey dem never clean, wey rain never fall on top am for di day of anger. Her prophets dey plan bad together, like lion wey dey roar wey dey tear di animal wey e catch; dem dey chop life, dem dey seize riches and valuable things, and dem dey make plenty women turn widow inside am. Her priests break my law and dem spoil my holy things; dem no put difference between wetin holy and wetin common, dem no teach di difference between wetin dirty and wetin clean, and dem close dem eye from my Sabbath days, so dem don spoil my holy name among dem. Her officials na like wolf wey dey tear di animal wey dem catch, dey shed blood, dey destroy life because of crooked gain. Her prophets take fake vision and lie divination cover all dis thing for dem, dey talk say, “Na dis be wetin God talk,” wen our Papa no talk anything. Di people of di land dey squeeze money by force and dey rob; dem dey oppress di poor and di needy and dem no dey give di stranger justice.

I search among dem to find person wey go build di wall back and stand for my front for di broken place for di land, so I no go destroy am—but I no find anybody. So I pour my anger on top dem, I finish dem with di fire of my vex. I bring dem own way come down for dem own head, na wetin di Almighty Papa talk.

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