Shelter for Dem Wey Dem Comot For Ground
Moab refugees dey flutter like bird nest wey scatter, and dem tell dem make dem hide under Zion shade, wit throne of covenant love wey dem hold out. But Moab pride na empty boast, and im prayer for di high place no go work. Our Papa don talk; di prophet still dey cry.
16 1Send di lambs go give di ruler of di land, from Sela pass for di wilderness, go di mountain of di daughter of Zion. 2Like birds wey dey flap dem wing anyhow, like nest wey dem scatter, na so di daughters of Moab dey for di crossing-place of di Arnon. 3Give advice; do justice; make your shadow be like night for di middle of afternoon. Hide dem wey dem comot for house; no betray di person wey dey run. 4Make my people wey dem comot for house stay with you, Moab; be shelter for dem from di one wey dey destroy. When di one wey dey oppress no dey again, and destruction don finish, and dem wey dey trample don comot for di land, 5den one throne go stand for Covenant love, and for am, for inside faithfulness, one person go sit, for di tent of David, one wey dey judge and dey find justice and dey quick to do correct-and-holy way. 6We don hear about Moab pride—as e dey proud well well—about im arrogance, im pride, and im vex; im boasting na empty. 7Naim make Moab cry for Moab; make everybody cry. Mourn, as heavy grief don catch una, for di raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth. 8Because di fields of Heshbon don dry, and di vine of Sibmah; di rulers of di nations don break down im best branches, wey reach far as Jazer and enter di wilderness; im young branches spread out and cross di sea. 9Naim I dey cry with di crying of Jazer for di vine of Sibmah; I dey soak you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, because di battle shout don fall on top your summer fruit and your harvest. 10Dem don comot joy and gladness from di fruitful field, and for inside di vineyards nobody dey sing song, nobody dey shout happiness. Nobody dey press wine for di press again; I don put end to di shouting. 11Naim my heart dey moan like harp for Moab, di inside of my belle dey moan for Kir-heres. a a v11 Our Papa heart dey moan even for Moab — im grief dey reach every people wey im judgment touch. 12And when Moab come show imself, when e tire imself for di high place and come im holy place come pray, e no go win. b b v12 One 'high place' na hilltop shrine wey dem dey use for pagan worship and sacrifice.
13Na dis na di word wey our Papa talk about Moab for before.
14But now our Papa don talk say: "For inside three years, like di years of person wey dem hire work, dem go scorn di glory of Moab, no mata all im plenty people; and di remnant wey remain go small well well and go weak."
