Di Papa Judge Tyre
Tyre dey gain from Jerusalem ruin, e dey expect more business now wey the gate don break. Our Papa talk say nations go come against am like wave. Nebuchadnezzar go break her wall, dem go throw her stones inside sea, and the place go remain bare rock wey fishermen go dey spread net dry.
26 1For di eleventh year, for di first day of di month, our Papa word come meet me sey:
2Pikin of man, becos Tyre don talk against Jerusalem sey, 'Aha! Di gate wey di people dey pass don break, e don open wide give me. She don scatter finish; I go rich well well.' 3Na so di Sovereign Papa talk: See, I dey against you, Tyre. I go bring plenty nations come up against you, like as di sea dey bring up im waves. 4Dem go scatter Tyre walls and pull down her towers; I go scrape her sand comot and leave her as bare rock. 5She go turn to place wey people go spread net for inside di sea, becos na me don talk, na so di Sovereign Papa yarn. She go turn to loot for di nations, 6and dem go kill her villages for di mainland with sword. Den dem go know sey na me be di Papa.
7Na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: See, I dey bring Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon, king of kings, come against Tyre from di north, with horses, chariots, horse-riders, and one big army of plenty soldiers. 8E go kill your villages for di mainland with sword, build siege wall against you, raise ramp against you, and lift shield against you. 9E go dey knock your walls with im battering rams and pull down your towers with im axes. 10Im horses go plenty reach sotay dia dust go cover you. Your walls go dey shake for di noise of horse-riders, wagons, and chariots wen e enter your gates like men wey dey enter city wey dem don break im walls open. 11Im horses hooves go trample all your streets. E go kill your people with sword, and your strong pillars go fall for ground. 12Dem go loot your wealth, carry your goods, break down your walls, and scatter your fine houses, throw your stones, wood, and rubbish inside di sea. 13I go make your noisy songs quiet; nobody go hear your harps again. 14I go make you bare rock, place wey people go spread net. Dem no go ever build you again, becos na me, di Papa, don talk, na so di Sovereign Papa yarn.
15Na dis di Sovereign Papa talk to Tyre: Di coastlands no go shake for di sound of your fall, wen di wounded ones dey groan, wen killing full you? 16Den all di rulers of di sea go comot from dia thrones, drop dia robes, and remove dia clothes wey get embroidery. Dem go wear shaking body, sidon for ground, dey shake every moment, dey shock for you. 17Dem go raise cry of sorrow over you: 'See how you don perish, city wey get big name, you wey people full from di seas—you wey get power for di sea, you and your people wey dey stay dia, wey scatter fear over everybody wey dey live dia!' a a v17 Tyre na one rich island city-state wey build im power and im people for top sea trade. 18Now di coastlands dey shake for di day of your fall; di islands for inside di sea dey fear for your passing.
19Na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: Wen I make you desolate city, like cities wey dem don leave for long time, wen I raise di deep water over you and di big waters cover you, 20den I go bring you go down with dem wey dey go down enter di pit, to di people of long time ago. I go settle you for inside di earth wey dey below, among di ancient ruins, with dem wey dey go down enter di pit, so dat you no go return or take your place for di land of di living. 21I go bring you to end wey dey frighten, and you no go dey again. Dem go look for you but dem no go ever find you again, na so di Sovereign Papa yarn.
