Dem Go Waste di Whole Earth
Our Papa strip di earth bare; judgment fall on everybody di same way — priest and people, di one wey dey lend and di one wey dey borrow — because dem break di covenant wey no dey end. Music stop, di gate turn rubble, di earth dey stagger like drunk. Song dey rise from far corner, but di prophet say e dey waste away.
24 1Look—our Papa go waste di earth komot and leave am empty; e go twist im face and scatter di people wey dey inside am. 2Na di same thing e go be for di ordinary people as e go be for di priest, for di servant as e go be for im oga, for di house-girl as e go be for her madam, for di person wey dey buy as e go be for di person wey dey sell, for di person wey dey borrow give as e go be for di person wey dey collect borrow, for di person wey dem owe as e go be for di person wey owe. 3Dem go waste di earth komot patapata and rob am komot patapata, because na our Papa talk dis word.
4Di earth dey cry and dey dry up; di world dey fade and dey dry up; di big-big people for di earth dey fade komot. 5Di earth don dirty for under di people wey dey inside am, because dem no gree obey di teaching, dem break di law, and dem break di Covenant wey no dey ever end. 6Na dis make curse dey chop di earth, and di people wey dey stay inside am dey carry dem own guilt; na dis make dem burn di people wey dey for di earth, and na small people remain. 7Di new wine dey cry, di grape-vine dey weak; all di people wey dey enjoy dey sigh. 8Di sweet sound of di tambourine don keep quiet, di noise of di people wey dey merry don stop, di sweet sound of di harp don keep quiet. 9Dem no dey drink wine with song again; strong drink don turn bitter for di people wey dey drink am. 10Di city of confusion don scatter; dem lock every house, no way to enter. 11For di street people dey cry for wine; all di gladness don turn dark, di joy of di earth don komot go. 12Na only waste-waste remain for di city; dem don beat di gate finish into rubbish. 13Because na so e go be for di whole earth, among di people: like olive tree wey dem don beat bare, like di grape wey remain after dem don harvest finish. a a v13 Dem dey harvest olive tree by beating di branches—na only few olive wey scatter dey ever remain, wey dey paint picture of di small remnant wey survive.
14Dem dey raise dem voice, dem dey sing for joy; dem dey shout from di west because of how our Papa great. 15So make dem give glory to our Papa for di east; for di shore of di sea, make dem glorify di name of our Papa, di God of Israel. 16From di end of di earth we dey hear song: “Glory to di Correct-and-Holy One!” But I talk say, “I dey waste away, I dey waste away—trouble dey for me! Di people wey dey do bad dey betray; with betrayal di people wey dey do bad dey betray.”
17Fear and pit and trap dey on top you, you wey dey stay for di earth! 18Whoever run from di sound of di fear go fall inside di pit, and whoever climb komot for di pit, di trap go catch am. Because di window of heaven don open, and di foundation of di earth dey shake. 19Di earth don break scatter patapata, di earth don tear-tear, di earth dey shake well-well. 20Di earth dey waka anyhow like person wey drunk, e dey sway like small hut; im rebellion dey heavy on top am, and e go fall and e no go rise again.
21For dat day our Papa go punish di army of di high place for di high place, and di kings of di earth for di earth. 22Dem go gather dem together like prisoners inside pit; dem go lock dem up inside prison, and after plenty days dem go punish dem. 23Den di moon go shame and di sun go carry shame, because di Papa wey dey command heaven army dey reign for Mount Zion and for Jerusalem, and im glory dey shine for front of im elders.
