Wen Dem Comot Every Support
Judah lose the people wey dey hold society together, and nobody want the work to lead ruin. Our Papa bring im case against elders wey grind the face of poor people. Dem list the city fine-fine tins one by one, then dem strip am. She end up dey siddon for ground.
3 1Bicos look—di Papa of heaven army dem dey ready to comot from Jerusalem and from Judah every support and everytin wey dem dey take live: all di bread wey dey and all di water wey dey, 2di war-man and di soja, di judge and di prophet, di person wey dey tell fortune and di elder, 3di commander wey dey lead fifty and di big man, di adviser, di sabi handwork-man, and di sharp person wey dey do juju.
4"I go make small pikin dem be dia leader, and pikin-mind go rule dem.
5Di people go dey oppress each other, every man against im neighbor; di young go rise up against di old, and di small-man against di person wey dem dey honor." 6Man go grab im brother for im papa house and talk say, "You get coat—you go be our leader; take charge of dis heap of ruins." 7But for dat day e go cry out say, "I no be person wey dey heal! No bread and no coat dey for my house—una no go make me leader of di people." 8Bicos Jerusalem don stumble and Judah don fall, bicos dia words and dia doings dey against our Papa, dey challenge im glorious presence. 9Di look for dia face dey testify against dem; dem dey show dia sin anyhow like Sodom—dem no dey hide am. Na wa for dem, bicos na demself bring disaster come dia head! 10Tell di correct-and-holy people say e go good for dem, bicos dem go chop di fruit of wetin dem do. 11Na wa for di wicked person! E go bad for am, bicos wetin im hand don do dem go pay am back. 12My people—pikin dem na dia oppressor, and women dey rule dem. My people, di people wey suppose guide una dey lead una comot for road and don swallow di path wey una suppose waka.
13Our Papa stand up to bring im case; E rise to judge di people dem.
14Our Papa enter judgment with di elders and leaders of im people: "Na una don chop di vineyard finish; di tin wey una thief from di poor people dey for una house. 15Wetin una mean sey una dey crush my people and dey grind di face of di poor people?" na so di Papa of heaven army dem talk.
16Our Papa talk say: "Bicos di daughters of Zion dey proud—dem dey waka with dia neck stretch out and eye wey dey do flirt, dem dey waka with small-small quick step, dem dey ring di anklet for dia leg, 17na im make di Oga Papa go beat di head of di daughters of Zion with scab, and our Papa go comot cover for dia forehead."
18For dat day di Oga Papa go comot all dia fine-fine tins: di anklet, di headband, di moon-shape ornament, 19di earring, di bracelet, di veil, 20di headdress, di leg chain, di sash, di perfume bottle, di charm, 21di signet ring, di nose ring, 22di festival cloth, di cape, di cloak, di purse, 23di hand mirror, di fine linen cloth, di turban, and di shawl.
24Den, instead of perfume, bad smell go dey; instead of sash, na rope; instead of hair wey dem plait fine, na bald head; instead of fine cloth, na rough cloth wey dem go wrap; instead of beauty, na mark wey dem go brand. 25Your men go fall by sword, your war-man dem go fall for battle. 26Her gate dem go mourn and cry; dem go strip am bare, and she go sit for ground.