Ezekiel 5

5 ¹"You, pikin of man, take sharp sword like barber razor pass am for your head and your beard. Then take weighing scale divide di hair. ²Burn one-third for fire inside di city wen di siege days end. Take one-third, strike am with di sword round di city. Scatter one-third to di wind, and I go pull sword follow dem. ³And take small from dem tie dem for di fold of your cloth. ⁴Take some of dis ones again, throway dem inside di fire, burn dem for inside. From there di fire go spread reach di whole house of Israel.'

⁵Na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: Dis na Jerusalem. I put am for di center of di nations, with lands round am. ⁶But she rebel against my rules pass di nations for wickedness, and against my statutes pass di countries round am; because dem reject my rules and dem no follow my statutes.

⁷So di Sovereign Papa talk: "Because you dey rebel pass di nations round you, you no follow my statutes or keep my rules, you no even do according to di rules of di nations round you, ⁸therefore di Sovereign Papa talk: 'Look, Me Myself dey against you, and I go carry out judgment for your midst for di eye of di nations. ⁹Because of all your detestable things I go do for your midst wetin I never do before and I no go ever do again. ¹⁰So papa and mama go chop dem pikin for your midst, and pikin go chop dem papa and mama. I go carry out judgment on you and scatter all your survivors to every wind.'

¹¹"As sure as I dey alive, na so di Sovereign Papa talk, because you make my sanctuary dirty with all your vile things and detestable practices, Me Myself go pull back; I no go spare anybody and I no go show pity. ¹²'One-third of una go die by plague or hunger for your midst; one-third go fall by di sword round you; one-third I go scatter to every wind, dey pursue dem with sword wey I pull comot.

¹³"Then my anger go end, and I go satisfy my wrath against dem and I go get comfort. Dem go know say Me, their Papa, don talk for my zeal, wen I don pour my wrath on dem finish.

¹⁴"I go make you turn ruin and disgrace for di midst of di nations round you, for di eye of everybody wey dey pass by. ¹⁵You go be disgrace and mockery, warning and horror to di nations round you, wen I carry out judgment on you for anger, wrath, and furious correction. Me, your Papa, don talk. ¹⁶Wen I shoot at you di deadly arrows of hunger, wey I send to destroy you, I go pile more hunger on top and cut off your food supply. ¹⁷I go send hunger and wild beast against you; dem go leave you without pikin. Plague and blood-spilling go sweep through you, and I go bring di sword on you. Me, your Papa, don talk.'"