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Ezekiel 24

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Di Pot Wey Dey Boil for Judgment

For the day wey Babylon siege start, Jerusalem be like pot wey rust don chop, wey dem boil until e dry. That same evening our Papa take Ezekiel wife and tell am say make e no mourn am, as sign say when temple fall, the people go shock reach so dem no fit even cry.

Chapter 24.

For di ninth year, tenth month, tenth day, di word of our Papa come to me:

Pikin of Man, write down dis day name, dis very day. Babylon king don surround Jerusalem dis very day. Talk parable give di stubborn house, tell dem sey: Na so di Oga Papa talk: “Put di pot on top fire, pour water inside. Put di pieces of meat inside, every good piece, di thigh and di shoulder; fill am with di best bones. Take di best animal for di flock, and pile di firewood under am; make e boil well, and cook im bones inside am.”

Na so di Oga Papa talk: Trouble dey for di city wey dey shed blood, di pot wey rust dey inside, wey im rust never comot! Bring am out piece by piece; dem no cast lot for am. a a v6 Dem dey cast lot to pick things; but here, dem no cast any lot — every piece just dey comot anyhow, wey dey show sey judgment go full ground for Jerusalem. “Because im blood dey im middle; she put am on top di bare rock. She no pour am for ground to cover am with sand. To make vex rise and bring justice, I don put im blood on top di bare rock, so dat dem no go fit cover am.”

So di Oga Papa talk: “Trouble dey for di city wey dey shed blood! Me too go pile di firewood high. Heap di firewood, light di fire, cook di meat well well, mix di spices inside, make di bones burn black. Den put di empty pot on top im coal fire so dat e go hot and im copper go dey shine red, so dat di dirty wey dey inside am go melt and im rust go burn finish. She don tire herself with plenty work, but im heavy rust no gree comot; im rust still dey even inside fire. Your dirty na your shameful behavior. Because I try to clean you but you no gree make dem clean you, you no go clean again until my vex against you don satisfy. I, your Papa, don talk am. E dey come, and I go do am. I no go hold back, I no go spare, and I no go change my mind. Dem go judge you according to your ways and di things wey you do, na so di Oga Papa talk.”

Di Papa Take Ezekiel Wife

Di word of our Papa come to me:

“Pikin of Man, with one blow I dey take di person wey sweet your eye comot from you. But no mourn or cry, make no tears fall. b b v16 Di death of Ezekiel wife turn to sign wey dey alive: di way dem no allow am to cry show di kind terrible loss wey Israel go feel when di temple fall. Groan quiet quiet; no mourn di dead. Leave your turban on top your head and your sandals for your foot; no cover your lips or chop di bread wey people wey dey mourn dey chop.”

I talk to di people dat morning; dat evening my wife die. Di next morning I do wetin dem command me.

Den di people ask me, You no go tell us wetin dis things mean for us—why you dey do like dis?

So I tell dem, Di word of our Papa come to me:

Tell di house of Israel: Di Oga Papa talk sey: “I dey about to spoil my holy place, di pride of your strength, di person wey sweet your eye, di longing of your soul; and di sons and daughters wey una leave behind go fall by sword. Una go do like wetin I do: una no go cover una lips or chop di bread wey people wey dey mourn dey chop. Una turban go stay on top una head and una sandals for una foot. Una no go mourn or cry, but una go waste away inside una sins and dey groan to one another. So Ezekiel na sign to una; una go do everything wey he do. When e happen, una go know sey I be di Oga Papa.

“And you, Pikin of Man—for di day wey I go take from dem dia strong place, dia joy and glory, di person wey sweet dia eye, wetin dia heart dey long for, and dia sons and daughters, for dat day, person wey escape go come meet you to bring you di news. Dat day, when di person wey escape reach, your mouth go open; you go talk, you no go dey silent again. So you go be sign to dem, and dem go know sey I be your Papa.”

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