Di Papa Judge Idol Worship
Ezekiel prophesy to di mountains of Israel, where di high places and di altars dey, and dem tell am say di pipol wey dem kill go fall down among dia own idols. But one remnant go survive among di nations and dem go remember our Papa, and dem go hate demself for wetin dem do.
6 1Di word of our Papa come reach me:
2Pikin of man, turn face di mountains of Israel, prophesy against dem. 3Talk say: Una mountains of Israel, hear di word of di Sovereign Papa. Di Sovereign Papa talk to di mountains and di hills, di deep gorge dem and di valleys say: See, I dey bring sword come against una, and I go destroy una high places. a a v3 Di high places na shrine dem for top hill wia Israel bin dey do pagan worship. 4Dem go break una altars, dem go scatter una incense altars, and I go throway una people wey dem kill for front of una idols. 5I go lay di dead body of Israel people for front of dem idols, and I go scatter una bones round una altars. 6For everywhere wey una dey live, di cities go turn to rubbish and di high places go scatter, so dat una altars go spoil and empty, una idols go break and perish, una incense altars go fall, and everything wey una make go waka commot. 7People go fall die for una middle, and una go know say na me be una Papa.
8But I go leave some pipo wey remain: some go escape di sword for inside di nations wen dem scatter una for di different lands. 9Den di ones wey survive go remember me for inside di nations wia dem carry dem go as prisoner—how dem unfaithful heart wey turn comot from me, and dem eyes wey dey lust afta dem idols, break my heart. Dem go hate demsef because of di evil wey dem don do, because of all dem nasty-nasty way dem. b b v9 Our Papa talk say na im own children unfaithfulness break im own heart — dis judgment come out from love wey dem wound, no be from cold rejection. 10And dem go know say na me be dem Papa; no be for nothing I take talk say dis disaster go come on dem.
11Na dis di Sovereign Papa talk: Clap una hand, stamp una foot, and cry say, “Ah, e too bad!” over all di evil, nasty way dem of di house of Israel, because dem go fall by sword, by hunger, and by plague. 12Di ones wey dey far go die by plague, di ones wey dey near go fall by sword, and anybody wey survive and remain go die by hunger. Na so I go pour my vex finish on dem. 13Den una go know say na me be una Papa, wen dem people wey dem kill go lie down among di idols round dem altars, for every high hill, for all di mountaintop dem, under every green tree and every oak wey get plenty leaf—wia dem bin dey offer sweet-smell incense to all dem idols. 14I go stretch my hand against dem, and I go make di land turn empty-empty from di wilderness go reach Riblah, for everywhere wey dem dey live. Den dem go know say na me be dem Papa.
