How Ephraim Fall Comot For Im Glory
Before, people dey fear Ephraim, now e dey die, with idols wey carpenter make and plenty money wey make dem forget. Our Papa talk say e go meet dem like bear wey dem tiff im pikin dem. One line about to pay ransom from grave pass quick, then e close with terrible violence.
13 1When Ephraim talk, people dey shake for fear; dem lift am up for Israel. But he come get guilt through Baal, and he die.
2And now dem dey sin more and more, dey mould idol for dem sef—silver images wey dem shape with dem own hand-work, all of dem na wetin craftsman make. To dem, dem dey talk say, “Make everybody wey dey sacrifice kiss di calf-idol dem!” 3Naim make dem go be like di morning mist, like di dew wey dey dry quick-quick, like chaff wey wind dey blow comot for threshing floor, and like smoke wey dey comot for window.
4But na Me be your Papa, wey bring you comot for di land of Egypt; you no sabi any Papa except Me, and apart from Me no savior dey. 5Na Me know you for di wilderness, for di land wey drought dey burn. 6When I feed dem, dem belle full; dem belle full, and dem heart come dey proud; naim make dem forget Me. 7So I don come be like lion to dem; like leopard I dey wait by di road-side. 8I go jump dem like bear wey dem tif im pikin dem; I go tear open di cover of dem heart. For there I go chop dem like lion, as wild animal go tear dem into pieces.
9Israel, na you dey bring destruction come your own head, because you dey against Me—against di One wey dey help you. 10Where your king dey now, wey go fit save you for all your cities? Where your rulers dem dey, di ones wey you talk say, “Give me king and princes”? 11I give you king for my anger, and for my vex I carry am comot.
12Di guilt of Ephraim dem don seal am keep; dem don store im sin keep. 13Di pain of childbirth dey come for am, but he be pikin wey no get sense; because when di time reach, he no dey comot for di mouth of di womb. a a v13 Di picture na of pikin wey refuse to comot when dem wan born am — Ephraim too dull to answer di trouble wey dey call am make he turn back for im sin.
14From di power of di grave I go ransom dem; from death I go redeem dem. Where, O Death, your plagues dem dey? Where, O grave, your destruction dey? To change my mind don hide comot for my eyes. b b v14 When Jesus rise from di grave, our Papa turn dis very words into shout of victory — Paul talk am again say: “Death, where your sting dey?” Di grave no fit hold di pikin dem wey our Papa come ransom.
15Even as he dey grow well among di reeds, one east wind go come— wind of our Papa wey dey rise from di wilderness. Im spring go dry, and im fountain go run dry; di east wind go carry every precious thing comot for im store. 16Samaria go carry her own guilt, because she don rebel against her Papa. Dem go fall by di sword; dem go smash dem small pikin dem into pieces, and dem go tear open dem women wey get belle.
