Dead Idols, di Papa Wey Dey Live
Dem put idols near di Papa wey dey alive: wood wey dem cut and nail make e stand so e no go fall, wey dem dey carry because e no fit waka. Na im make di earth and im dey thunder over am. Then di city pack im load for exile, and Jeremiah ask make dem correct am with justice, no be with vex.
10 1Hear di word wey our Papa dey speak to una, house of Israel.
2Na dis be wetin our Papa talk: No learn di way of di nations, or fear signs wey dey for di heavens, even though di nations dey fear dem.
3Because di customs of di people no worth anything: person go cut tree from di forest, and di craftsman go shape am with im chisel. 4Dem go make am fine with silver and gold; dem go fasten am with hammer and nails so e no go fall. 5Like scarecrow wey dey inside cucumber farm, dia idols no fit talk; dem must carry dem, because dem no fit waka. No fear dem, because dem no fit do any bad, and dem no get power to do any good sef.
6Nobody dey like you, our Papa; you great, and your name great for power. 7Who no go fear you, King of di nations? Na your right be dis, because for among all di wise people of di nations and for all dia kingdoms nobody dey like you. 8All of dem no get sense and dem be foolish; dia teaching dey come from idols wey no worth anything—na wood just. 9Dem dey bring hammered silver from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, dem craft am by craftsmen and goldsmiths; dia cloth na violet and purple—all of am na work of skilled hands. 10But our Papa na di true One; na im be di Papa wey dey live and di everlasting King. For im vex di earth dey shake, and di nations no fit endure im anger.
11Tell dem: “Di gods wey no make di heavens and di earth go perish from di earth and from under di heavens.” 12Na im make di earth with im power, wey establish di world with im wisdom and stretch out di heavens with im understanding. 13Wen im dey thunder, di waters wey dey for di heavens go make noise; im dey make di mist rise from di ends of di earth. Im dey make lightning for di rain and im dey bring out di wind from im storehouse. 14Everybody no get sense and dem no get knowledge; every goldsmith dey shame because of im idols, because im cast images na lie, and no breath dey inside dem. 15Dem no worth anything, na something wey people dey laugh; for di time wey dem go punish dem, dem go perish. 16Di Portion of Jacob no be like dis ones, because na im be di one wey form all things, and Israel na di tribe of im inheritance; di Papa of heaven army na im name. a a v16 “Di Portion of Jacob” na title for God, wey dey call am di true treasure and inheritance wey belong to im people.
Di Exile Wey Dey Come
17Gather your load from di ground, you wey dey live under siege.
18Because na dis be wetin our Papa talk: Look, dis time I dey throw comot di people wey dey live for di land, and I go bring wahala on dem so dat dem go feel am.
19Wahala for me because of my wound! My injury heavy well well. But I talk say, “For sure na my sickness be dis, and I must bear am.” 20Dem don destroy my tent, and all my ropes don cut. My pikin dem don leave me and dem no dey again; nobody remain wey go set up my tent again or to spread my curtains. 21Because di shepherds don become people wey no get sense and dem no seek our Papa; na why dem no prosper, and all dia flock don scatter. 22Listen! A report dey come—a big commotion from di land of di north—to make di cities of Judah turn desolate place, home for jackals. 23I know, our Papa, say person way no be im own; nobody wey dey waka fit direct im own steps.
Jeremiah im Prayer for Mercy
24Correct me, our Papa, but with justice—no for your anger, if not you go reduce me to nothing. 25Pour your anger on di nations wey no know you, and on di people wey no dey call your name; because dem don chop Jacob—dem don chop am and finish am—and destroy im pasture.
