Wake Up, Zion
City wey sit for dust, dem tell am make e stand up and dress for freedom — dem sell am for nothing and dem buy am back without money. Runners dey come over the hills with news say her Papa dey reign. E close with the servant, wey dem lift high but wey dem don spoil so tey people wey dey look dey draw back.
52 1Wake up, wake up, put on your strength, Zion; wear your fine fine cloth, Jerusalem, di holy city; because di uncircumcised and di unclean pesin no go ever enter you again. 2Shake di dust comot for your body and rise up; take your throne, Jerusalem; loose yourself from di chain wey dey around your neck, you captive daughter of Zion.
3Because na dis one our Papa talk: "Dem sell you for notin, and dem go redeem you without money."
4Because na dis one di Sovereign Papa talk: "For di beginning my people go down to Egypt to live there as strangers, and Assyria oppress dem for notin.
5"And now, wetin be dis?" na so our Papa dey talk, "as dem carry my people go for notin? Dem rulers dey cry loud," na so our Papa dey talk, "and every time, di whole day, dem dey despise my name. 6So dat my people go know my name; so dat for dat day dem go know say na me be di one wey dey talk; see me here."
7How e sweet for di mountains, di feet of di messenger wey dey bring good news, wey dey announce peace, wey dey bring good news of good things, wey dey announce salvation, wey dey tell Zion, "Your Papa dey reign!" 8Listen! Your watchmen dey raise dem voice; togeda dem dey shout for joy, because with dem own eyes dem go see our Papa as e dey return come Zion. 9Burst into song togeda, una broken-down places of Jerusalem, because our Papa don comfort im people; e don redeem Jerusalem. 10Our Papa don bare im holy arm for di eyes of all di nations, and all di ends of di earth go see di salvation of our Papa. 11Comot! Comot! Go out from there; no touch any unclean thing; go out from among dem; make una clean unaself, una wey dey carry di vessels of our Papa. 12Because una no go comot with hurry, and una no go run away; because our Papa go go before una, and our Papa go be di one wey dey guard una for behind.
My Servant Jesus, Wey Dem Lift High
13See, my servant—Jesus—go act with wisdom; dem go raise am and lift am up and exalt am well well. a a v13 Na di fourth Servant Song dey begin here and e dey continue reach chapter 53. Di New Testament call Jesus as dis Servant wey suffer and wey dem exalt, for passage after passage — Matthew 8:17, Acts 8:32-35, 1 Peter 2:21-25. 14Just as plenty people were shock about am—im appearance disfigure pass any man, and im shape pass any human being, 15so e go sprinkle plenty nations; kings go shut dem mouth because of am. Because wetin dem no tell dem, dem go see, and wetin dem no hear before, dem go understand. b b v15 "Sprinkle" dey follow di priestly purification sense of di original word; some translations dey render dis word as "startle."
