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Isaiah 22

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Di Valley of Vision

As di city dey celebrate for im rooftop, im rulers don run, and im dead people no die for battle. Jerusalem dey count weapon and dey scatter house to build di wall, but dem no ever look our Papa wey plan am. Dem throw Shebna comot.

Chapter 22.

Na message wey concern di Valley of Vision. Wetin do una now, wey una all don climb go on top di roof dem, a a v1 Valley of Vision: na poetry name for Jerusalem, wey fit dey point to di deep valley dem wey surround di city. you town wey full of noise, you wild, scatter-scatter city, you town wey dey make merry? Di people wey die for you, no be sword kill dem, and no be for battle dem take die. All your rulers run comot together; dem catch dem without say person even pull bow. All of una wey dem find, dem carry una go as prisoner together, even though una don run go far place. So I talk say, “Turn your eye comot for me; make I cry well well. No try to comfort me because of di way dem don destroy di daughter of my people.” Because di Papa wey get di army of heaven get one day of wahala, and dem dey trample people, and confusion for di Valley of Vision—dem go break di wall scatter am down, and cry for help dey echo go reach di mountain dem. Elam carry im quiver of arrow, with chariot and horse-rider dem, and Kir uncover dem shield. Your best valley dem full of chariot, and di horse-rider dem take dem position for di gate. Our Papa strip comot di defence of Judah. And for dat day una look go di weapon dem wey dey inside di House of di Forest, b b v8 House of di Forest: na Solomon big armory for Jerusalem, wey dem name am because of di plenty cedar pillar wey dey inside. and una see how many hole don burst for di wall of di city of David. Una gather di water of di lower pool, and una count di house dem for Jerusalem, and una pull some down to make di wall strong. Una build one reservoir for between di two wall, for di water of di old pool, but una no look di One wey make am, and una no think about our Papa wey plan am since long time. For dat day di Papa wey get di army of heaven call for cry and mourning, for una to shave head and wear mourning cloth. But instead, na joy and celebration full ground, dem dey kill cow and dey kill sheep, dem dey chop meat and dey drink wine: “Make we chop and drink, because tomorrow we go die!”

Di Papa wey get di army of heaven don reveal dis one to me: “For sure, dis sin no go clean comot for una until una die,” na so di Papa wey get di army of heaven talk.

Na dis one di Papa wey get di army of heaven talk: Go meet dis steward, Shebna, wey dey in charge of di palace household, and tell am say: Wetin you dey do here, and who give you di right to dey here, wey you don cut tomb for yourself for here—wey you dey carve your grave for up for di high place, dey chisel your resting place inside rock? Look, our Papa dey about to throw you comot with force, you strong man; e go grab you tight tight. E go roll you up tight, and throw you like ball go inside one wide open land. Na there you go die, and na there your fine chariot dem go lie down—you wey be disgrace to your master house. I go remove you from your office, and dem go pull you down from your position.

For dat day I go call my servant Eliakim, di son of Hilkiah, I go dress am with your robe and tie your sash on am, and I go hand your authority give am. E go be papa to di people of Jerusalem and to di house of Judah. I go put di key of di house of David for im shoulder; wetin e open, nobody go fit lock, and wetin e lock, nobody go fit open. c c v22 Jesus use dis verse for imself for Revelation 3:7 — Eliakim dey show di shadow of di Pikin wey no dey end, wey hold di key of David. I go drive am in like peg for firm place, and e go become seat of honour for im papa house. Dem go hang all di weight of im papa house on am—di children and di branch dem, every small vessel, from di bowl dem reach all di jar dem. For dat day, na so di Papa wey get di army of heaven talk, di peg wey dem drive inside di firm place go give way; dem go cut am down and e go fall, and di load wey dey hang for on top am go cut comot—because our Papa don talk.

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