Isaiah 5

5 ¹Make I sing now for di one wey I love, one song about my beloved concerning im vineyard. My beloved get one vineyard for one hillside wey rich well-well. ²E dig am, e comot all di stone commot, e plant di best-best grape vine inside. E build one watchtower for di middle of am, e still cut one winepress inside am. Den e wait make e bring good grape, but na only wild grape e bring.

³“So now, una wey dey live for Jerusalem, an una people of Judah, judge between me an my vineyard. ⁴Wetin remain wey I for do for my vineyard wey I never do inside am? Why, wen I wait make e bring good grape, na only wild grape e bring? ⁵So now make I tell una wetin I wan do my vineyard: I go comot di hedge wey surround am, an dem go chop am finish; I go break im wall down, an dem go trample am. ⁶I go make am turn wasteland; dem no go prune am or hoe am, an briar an thorn go grow cover am. An I go command di cloud make e no send any rain fall on am.”

⁷Because di vineyard of di Papa wey get all di army for heaven na di house of Israel, an di people of Judah na di planting wey e love well-well. E look for justice, but na only bloodshed e see; e look for correct-and-holy way, but na only cry-cry e hear. ^a a v7 Dis vineyard parable show us wetin dey our Papa heart — Israel no be im project, na di planting wey e love well-well, an di grief wey full dis chapter na di grief of one Papa wey dem don reject im love.

Trouble Dey for Dem Wey Land No Dey Ever Satisfy

⁸Trouble dey for dem wey dey add house to house an join field to field, until space no remain again an na una one dey live for di middle of di land.

⁹With my own ear I hear di Papa wey get all di army for heaven swear: “For sure plenty house go turn empty, big an fine ones wey nobody go dey live inside.

¹⁰Because ten acre of vineyard go bring only like six gallon of wine, an ten basket of seed go bring only one basket of grain.”

¹¹Trouble dey for dem wey dey wake early for morning go chase strong drink, wey dey stay reach late for night until wine set dem on fire. ¹²For dem feast, lyre an harp dey, tambourine an flute an wine dey, but dem no dey mind di things wey our Papa do, an dem no dey see di work of im hand. ¹³Naim make my people dey go exile because dem no get knowledge; di big men among dem dey hungry, an di ordinary people dey dry with thirst. ¹⁴Naim make di grave don open im appetite wide an open im mouth wide, an im glory an im crowd go down inside, im noise an all di people wey dey rejoice inside am. ¹⁵So man go humble, an every person go come down low, an di proud eye of di arrogant people go cast down. ¹⁶But di Papa wey get all di army for heaven high up for justice, an our holy Papa dey show imsef holy for im correct-and-holy way. ¹⁷Den lamb go dey graze like say na dem own pasture, an stranger go dey chop among di ruins of di rich people.

¹⁸Trouble dey for dem wey dey drag dem wickedness with rope of lie, an dey pull sin like say na cart rope, ¹⁹wey dey talk say, “Make e hurry; make e quick im work, so we go fit see am. Make di plan of di Holy One of Israel come near an reach, so we go fit know am.” ^b b v19 Di Holy One of Israel na di special title wey Isaiah dey use for our Papa — e show pass twenty-five times for dis whole prophecy. Even for di mouth of dem wey dey mock, di title dey name di One wey don tie imsef to one people wey e refuse to abandon.

²⁰Trouble dey for dem wey dey call evil good an good evil, wey dey call darkness light an light darkness, wey dey call bitter sweet an sweet bitter. ²¹Trouble dey for dem wey dey wise for dem own eye an sharp for dem own sight. ²²Trouble dey for dem wey be hero for drinking wine an champion for mixing strong drink, ²³wey dey free di guilty person because of bribe an dey collect di right of di innocent person.

²⁴Naim make, just as tongue of fire dey chop di stubble an dry grass dey shrink for di flame, so dem root go rotten an dem flower go rise like dust; because dem don reject di instruction of di Papa wey get all di army for heaven, an dem despise di word of di Holy One of Israel. ²⁵Naim make di anger of our Papa burn against im people, an e stretch im hand against dem an strike dem. Di mountain shake, an dem dead body lie like rubbish for di street. For all dis, im anger never turn away, an im hand still dey stretched out.

²⁶E go raise signal for di nations wey dey far, an e go whistle call dem from di end of di earth, an dem go come quick-quick, sharp-sharp. ²⁷Not even one of dem tire or stumble, not even one dey doze or sleep; no belt loose for waist, no sandal strap cut. ²⁸Dem arrow sharp, an all dem bow don draw; dem horse hoof be like flint stone an dem wheel be like whirlwind. ²⁹Dem roar be like lion; dem dey roar like young lion. Dem dey growl an catch di prey an carry am go, an nobody dey to rescue di victim. ³⁰For dat day dem go growl over am like di growling of di sea. An if person look across di land, na only darkness an distress dey; even di light don dark because of im cloud.