Isaiah 51

51 ¹"Hear me, una wey dey run after correct-and-holy way, una wey dey find our Papa: look di rock wey dem cut una comot from am, an di quarry wey dem dig una comot from am. ²Look Abraham una papa, an Sarah wey born una; because wen e still be only-one person I call am, an I bless am an make am plenty. ³Because our Papa go comfort Zion; e go comfort all her broken places. E go make her wilderness be like Eden, her desert be like di garden of our Papa. Joy an gladness dey inside am, thank-you an di sound of song.

⁴"Hear me, my people; listen to me, my nation: because teaching go comot from me, an I go set my justice as light to di peoples. ⁵My correct-and-holy way don near, my salvation don comot, an my arms go bring justice to di peoples; di islands dey wait for me, an dem put dem hope for my arm. ⁶Lift up una eyes to di heavens, an look di earth wey dey down: di heavens go vanish like smoke, di earth go wear-out like cloth, an dem wey dey live inside am go die like small small fly; but my salvation go last forever, an my correct-and-holy way no go ever break. ⁷Hear me, una wey sabi correct-and-holy way, di people wey carry my teaching for dem heart: no fear di insult of ordinary human being, an make dem insult no break una. ⁸Because moth go chop dem like cloth, an worm go chop dem like wool; but my correct-and-holy way go last forever, an my salvation go reach all generations."

⁹Wake up, wake up, wear strength like cloth, O arm of our Papa! Wake up like for di days of before-before, for di generations wey don pass long-long time. No be you cut di sea monster Rahab into pieces, wey pierce di dragon comot? ^a a v9 For Isaiah im vision, di arm of our Papa wey e stretch out na im saving power for all history — from creation reach di exodus reach di redemption wey never come yet. ¹⁰No be you dry di sea, di waters of di big deep, wey make di deep part of di sea turn road for dem wey e redeem to cross over? ¹¹So dem wey our Papa pay ransom for go return an come Zion with singing; joy wey no dey end go crown dem head. Gladness an joy go catch dem, an sorrow an sighing go run comot.

¹²"I, na me be di one wey dey comfort una. Who you be wey you go fear ordinary human being wey dey die, people wey dey pass away like grass, ¹³wey you go forget me, di One wey make you, wey stretch out di heavens an lay di foundation of di earth? You dey live inside fear every day because of di anger of di one wey dey oppress, wey dey ready to destroy. But wia di anger of di one wey dey oppress? ¹⁴Di one wey bend down for chains go soon get freedom; e no go die go down for pit, an hunger no go catch am. ¹⁵Because na me be una Papa, wey dey stir di sea so dat im waves go dey roar—di Papa of heaven im armies na im name. ¹⁶An I don put my words for una mouth an cover una with di shadow of my hand, as I dey plant di heavens an lay di foundation of di earth, an dey talk to Zion say, 'Una na my people.'"

¹⁷Wake up, wake up! Rise up, O Jerusalem, you wey don drink from di hand of our Papa di cup of im anger, wey don finish di bowl reach di last drop, di cup wey dey make you dey stagger. ¹⁸For all di children wey she born, no one dey to lead her; for all di children wey she raise, no one dey to hold her hand. ¹⁹Dis two things don fall on you—who go cry for you?—ruin an destruction, famine an sword. Who fit comfort you? ²⁰Your children don faint; dem lie down for every street corner like antelope wey net catch, dem full with di anger of our Papa, di rebuke of your Papa.

²¹So because of dat, hear dis, you wey dey suffer, wey don drunk, but no be with wine:

²²Na dis your Papa talk, di Sovereign One wey dey defend di case of im people: 'See, I don take comot from your hand di cup wey dey make you dey stagger, di bowl of my anger; you no go ever drink am again.' ²³I go put am for di hand of dem wey dey torment you, wey tell you say, 'Bend down make we waka pass on top you,' so dat you make your back be like di ground, like street for dem to cross.