Tender Mercy wey dey Pain Belle for Jacob
As our Papa don give Israel rest, dem start to mock di oppressor wey fall: di earth quiet, even di cedar tree dey relieved. Di one wey talk say e go climb pass di stars dey lie down for maggot, dem no even give am grave. Den dem warn Philistia make e no celebrate.
14 1Bicos our Papa belle go pain am for Jacob; e go choose Israel again, and e go settle dem for dem own land. Di stranger go join dem and hold bodi tight to di house of Jacob. 2Peoples go carry dem and bring dem come dem place, and di house of Israel go get dem as men and women servant for inside di land of our Papa. Dem go capture di people wey capture dem, and dem go rule ova di people wey dey oppress dem.
3For di day wey our Papa go give you rest from your pain, your wahala, and di hard-hard work wey dem force you do, 4you go raise dis mocking song against di king of Babylon: See how di oppressor don stop! See how im rage don stop! 5Our Papa don break di staff of di wicked pipo, di scepter of di rulers, 6wey bin dey beat di peoples for vex with blow wey no dey end, wey bin dey rule di nations for anger with wickedness wey no dey stop. 7Di whole earth don rest and quiet; pipo bust into song. 8Even di cypress trees dey happy ova you, and di cedars of Lebanon: "Since dem lay you down flat, no woodcutter dey come up against us again." 9Di grave for down dey shake up to meet you wen you dey come; e dey wake di spirits to greet you, all di pipo wey bin be leaders of di earth; e dey raise up from dem throne all di pipo wey bin be kings of di nations. 10All of dem go answer and tok give you: "You too don become weak like us! You don become like us! 11Your big-big glory don come down go di grave, together with di music of your harps; maggot don spread as your bed under you, and worm na your covering." 12See how you don fall comot from heaven, Morning Star, pikin of di dawn! See how dem cut you down go di ground, you wey bin lay di nations flat! a a v12 Di Morning Star wey fall bin sabi our Papa and e reject am, e dey try take di place of our Papa insted make e receive im own place as di creature wey our Papa make. 13You tok for your heart, "I go climb go heaven; I go raise my throne pass di stars of God; I go sit for di mountain of assembly, for di far end of di north. 14I go climb pass di high place of di clouds; I go make myself like di Most High." 15But dem don bring you down go di grave, go di far end of di pit. 16Di pipo wey see you go look you well-well and dey wonder: "Na dis man be di one wey make di earth shake, wey shake kingdoms, 17wey make di world be like wilderness and tear down im cities, wey no gree let im captives go dem house?" 18All di kings of di nations dey lie down for glory, each one for im own tomb; 19but dem don throway you comot from your grave, like branch wey pipo hate, cover with di dead bodi, di pipo wey sword pierce, wey dey go down go di stones of di pit, like dead bodi wey dem step for ground. 20Dem no go join you with dem for burial, bicos you destroy your own land, you kill your own pipo. Make di children of evil pipo no ever hear dem name again! 21Prepare slaughter for im sons bicos of di guilt of dem fathers, so dat dem no go fit rise up and take ova di earth and full di whole world with cities.
22"I go rise up against dem, na so our Papa wey command di army of heaven tok, and I go cut off from Babylon name and remnant, offspring and descendant, na so our Papa tok. 23I go make am place wey hedgehog dey stay and pool of water, and I go sweep am with di broom of destruction, na so our Papa wey command di army of heaven tok."
Wetin our Papa Don Plan
24Our Papa wey command di army of heaven don swear: "For sure, as I plan am, na so e go be; as I decide, na so e go stand. 25I go break di Assyrian for my land, and for my mountains I go step am under my foot; im yoke go comot from dem, and im load go comot from dem shoulder. 26Na dis be di plan wey dem set against di whole earth, and na dis be di hand wey dem stretch out ova all di nations. 27Bicos our Papa wey command di army of heaven don decide, and who fit undo am? Im hand don stretch out, and who fit turn am back?"
Wen King Ahaz Die
28For di year wey King Ahaz die, dis message come: 29No dey rejoice, all of una Philistia, becos di rod wey beat you don break; bicos from di root of di snake, adder go come out, and im fruit go be fiery snake wey dey dart. 30Di poorest of di poor go graze for safety, and di needy go lie down for peace; but I go kill your root with hunger, and e go destroy your remnant. 31Cry, gate; shout, city; melt with fear, all of una Philistia! Bicos smoke dey come out from di north, and no even one soldier dey fall behind for im ranks. 32Wetin dem go answer di messengers of di nation? "Our Papa don establish Zion, and inside am di suffering pipo of im pipo dey find refuge."
