I No Send You Comot
Our Papa ask where the divorce paper dey, e insist say e no ever send him people away. Then the servant talk: dem give am tongue wey dem teach for the tired people, e take the beating, the beard-pulling, the spitting, e no hide him face, e sure say the one wey go vindicate am dey stand near.
50 1Na dis one our Papa talk: "Wia your mama divorce paper dey, wey I take send am comot? Or na to which one of di people wey I owe I take sell you? Look am, na because of your sins dem sell you, and na because of di wrong wey you do dem take send your mama comot. 2Wetin make am be say, wen I come, nobody dey? Wen I call, nobody dey to answer? My hand short reach so tay I no fit save? Or I no get power to deliver? Look am, na wit my rebuke I dey dry di sea, I dey turn di rivers to desert; dia fish dey stink because water no dey and dem dey die of thirst. 3I dey dress di heavens wit darkness and cover dem wit black cloth."
4My Sovereign Papa don give me di tongue of person wey dey learn, so dat I go sabi how to talk word wey go hold di tired person up. Every morning e dey wake me, e dey wake my ear make e hear like person wey dey learn. a a v4 Na Isaiah im third Servant Song be dis — Jesus dey talk as di obedient Pikin wey dey learn from im Papa every morning. Di passion story for di cross dey echo dis scene. 5My Sovereign Papa don open my ear, and I no been do gra-gra; I no turn my back. 6I give my back to di people wey dey beat, and my cheeks to di people wey dey pull beard; I no hide my face from shame and spitting. 7But my Sovereign Papa dey help me; na im make say shame no catch me; na im make I set my face like hard stone, and I sabi say shame no go catch me. 8Di one wey go show say I dey correct dey near. Who wan quarrel wit me? Make we stand togeda. Who be my enemy? Make e come near me. 9See am, my Sovereign Papa dey help me; who go talk say I dey guilty? Look am, all of dem go wear out like cloth; di moth go chop dem finish.
10Who among una dey fear our Papa and dey obey di voice of im servant? Make di person wey dey waka for darkness and no get light put im trust for im name and lean on im Papa. 11Look am, all of una wey dey light fire, wey dey carry torch as weapon: waka for di light of your fire and among di torch wey una don light! Na dis one una go collect from my hand: una go lie down inside pain.
