Even Moses and Samuel sef
Even Moses or Samuel no fit turn dis one back, our Papa talk. Jeremiah break down under am, e curse di day wey dem born am, and e ask whether im Papa don turn to stream wey dey dry. Di answer get condition: turn come back, talk wetin get value, and you go be bronze wall.
15 1Den our Papa tell me: "Even if Moses and Samuel stand for my front, my heart no go turn go dis people side. Comot dem from my presence; make dem go." 2Wen dem ask you, "Where we go go?" tell dem, "Na dis one our Papa talk: dose wey dey for death, go death; dose wey dey for sword, go sword; dose wey dey for hunger, go hunger; dose wey dey for captivity, go captivity."
3"I go set four kind destroyer against dem, na so our Papa talk am: di sword to kill, di dogs to drag comot, di birds for di sky and di animals for di ground to chop and destroy. 4I go make dem be tin wey go scatter person mind for all di kingdoms for earth, becos of Manasseh pikin of Hezekiah, king of Judah, for wetin e do for Jerusalem."
5"For who go pity you, Jerusalem? Who go cry for you? Who go even stop to ask how you dey? 6You don reject me, na so our Papa talk am; you dey continue to go back-back. So I don stretch my hand against you and destroy you—I don tire to hold my hand. 7I don blow dem comot wit winnowing fork for di gates of di land. I don take dem pikin from dem; I don destroy my people, becos dem no gree turn from dem ways. a a v7 Winnowing: farmer dey throw di grain wey dem don beat go up for air so dat di wind go blow di useless chaff comot, and only di grain go remain. 8Dem widows come plenty pass di sand for di seas. Against di mamas of young men I bring destroyer for afternoon; one time I make deep pain and fear fall on am. 9She wey born seven don weak; she dey breathe her last breath. Her sun don set wen e still be day; shame and disgrace don catch am. And di ones wey remain I go give to di sword for front of dem enemies, na so our Papa talk am."
Jeremiah Cry Out for Deep Pain
10Trouble dey for me, my mama, dat you born me—man wey di whole land dey fight and quarrel wit! I neva borrow person, and I neva collect borrow from person, but everybody dey curse me.
11Our Papa talk say: "I go rescue you for good; I go make di enemy beg you for time of trouble and wahala." 12Person fit break iron—iron from di north—and bronze? 13"Your wealth and your treasures I go give as loot, for free, becos of all your sins for everywhere for your land. 14I go make you serve your enemies for land wey you no know, becos fire dey blaze for my anger; e go burn against you."
15You know, my Papa; remember me and care for me, and bring justice for me against di people wey dey persecute me. Take patience wit me, and no carry me comot; know say na becos of you I dey bear shame. 16Dem find your words, and I chop dem, and your words come be my joy and di sweetness of my heart, becos I dey bear your name, O Papa of heaven army. 17I no sit down for di company of people wey dey enjoy dem sef, and I no rejoice; becos of your hand I sit down alone, becos you don fill me wit vex. 18Why my pain no dey ever end and my wound no fit heal, e dey refuse make dem cure am? You go be like liar stream to me, like water wey dey fail?
19So our Papa talk say: If you return, I go bring you back to stand for my front. If you bring out wetin precious, no be di useless tin, you go be my mouth. Dem go turn come you, but you no fit turn go dem. 20I go make you strong wall of bronze against dis people; dem go fight against you but dem no go win you, becos I dey wit you to save you and deliver you, na so our Papa talk am. 21"I go deliver you from di hand of di wicked people and buy you back from di grip of di people wey no get mercy."
