Cry Wey Dem Cry Over Tyre
Dirge for Tyre like one fine big ship, with fir plank, cedar mast and Egyptian linen sail, wey trading partners from everywhere, dem call their names, dey work inside am and fill am with goods. East wind break am for middle of sea, and sailors wey dey shore pour sand for their head come sing this song.
27 1Di word of our Papa come to me say:
2"Now you, pikin of man, raise cry over Tyre, 3and talk give Tyre, wey dey live for di gateways of di sea, di trader wey dey do business with plenty people across plenty coastland: Na dis be wetin di Sovereign Papa talk: 'Tyre, you talk say, "I fine finish, no beauty pass me." 4Your border dey for di heart of di seas; di people wey build you make your beauty perfect. 5Dem build all your planks with fir tree from Senir; dem take one cedar from Lebanon make mast for you. 6Dem make your oars from di oak trees of Bashan; dem make your deck with ivory wey dem set inside cypress from di coasts of Cyprus. 7Your sail na fine linen wey dem embroider from Egypt, wey serve as your flag; your covering na blue and purple from di coasts of Elishah. 8Di people of Sidon and Arvad na dem be your rowers; your sharp men, Tyre, dey inside you as your pilots. 9Di elders of Byblos and her sharp men dey inside you, dey close di holes for your body; all di ships of di sea with dem sailors come meet you to trade your goods. 10Persia and Lud and Put dey inside your army, na your men of war. Dem hang dem shields and helmets for your walls, and dem give you fine-fine glory. 11Di men of Arvad and your own army dey for your walls all around, and di Gammadim dey inside your towers. Dem hang dem shields for your walls all around; dem make your beauty perfect.
12"Tarshish trade with you because of your plenty wealth of every kind, dem dey give silver, iron, tin, and lead for your goods.
13"Javan, Tubal, and Meshech trade with you for human beings and bronze pots.
14"From Beth-togarmah dem dey give horses, war horses, and mules for your wares.
15"Di men of Dedan trade with you; plenty coastland na your market, dem dey pay you with ivory tusks and ebony wood.
16"Aram trade with you because of your plenty goods, dem dey give turquoise, purple, embroidered cloth, fine linen, coral, and rubies for your wares.
17"Judah and Israel trade with you: wheat from Minnith, meal, honey, oil, and balm.
18"Damascus trade with you because of your plenty goods, your big wealth of every kind, wine of Helbon and wool of Zahar. 19Vedan and Javan from Uzal trade for your wares; iron wey dem work, cassia, and calamus dey among your goods.
20"Dedan trade with you for saddlecloths wey dem dey use ride.
21"Arabia and all di princes of Kedar na your customers, dem dey trade for lambs, rams, and goats.
22"Di traders of Sheba and Raamah do business with you, dem dey pay di finest of all spices, every precious stone, and gold for your goods.
23"Haran, Canneh, and Eden, di traders of Sheba, Asshur, and Chilmad trade with you. 24Dis ones trade with you for fine clothes, for blue and embroidered cloth, and for carpets of colour cloth wey dem tie with rope and lock am well, for your market. 25Di ships of Tarshish carry your goods like caravan. So you full up and you carry heavy load for di heart of di seas. 26Your rowers carry you go inside di big waters; di east wind break you for di heart of di seas. 27Your wealth, your wares, your goods, your sailors and your pilots, your workers wey dey close di holes, your traders, and all your warriors wey dey inside you, together with everybody wey dey on board, go sink go inside di heart of di seas for di day wey you go fall. 28For di sound of your pilots' cry, di open land dey shake. 29All di people wey dey hold oar, di sailors and all di pilots of di sea, come down from dem ships; dem stand for di land, 30and dem raise dem voice over you and dem cry bitter-bitter. Dem throw dust for dem head and dem roll for ashes; 31dem shave dem head clean because of you and dem wear mourning cloth, and dem weep over you with bitter belle, with bitter mourning. 32As dem dey wail, dem sing cry for you and dem mourn over you: "Who ever be like Tyre, like person wey dem don silence for di middle of di sea?" 33As your wares comot from di seas, you satisfy plenty people; with your plenty wealth and goods you make di kings of di earth rich. 34Now di seas don wreck you for di deep part of di waters; your goods and all your crew don sink with you. 35All di people wey dey live for di coastlands dey shock because of you, and dem kings dey shake with fear; dem face don twist. 36Di traders among di people dey hiss at you; you don turn to something wey dey scary and you no go dey again, forever.'"