Jeremiah 20

20 ¹Pashhur, Immer im pikin, wey be priest and chief officer for our Papa house, hear Jeremiah as e dey prophesy dis tins. ²Pashhur beat Jeremiah di prophet, and put am for stocks for di upper Gate of Benjamin, wey dey for our Papa house. ³Di next day, Pashhur free Jeremiah comot from di stocks. Jeremiah talk say, "Our Papa no call your name Pashhur, but Magor-Missabib—Terror for Every Side. ^a a v3 Magor-Missabib mean "terror for every side" — di new name dey name di fear wey Pashhur own choices go bring on top am.

⁴Na dis one our Papa talk: 'I go make you terror to your own sef and to your friends. Dem go fall by dia enemy sword for your very eye. I go hand ova all Judah to di king of Babylon; e go carry dem go Babylon as captive and go strike dem with sword. ⁵I go give dis city wealth, im goods, and im valuable tins, and di treasure of di kings of Judah to dia enemy, wey go loot dem, take dem, and carry dem go Babylon. ⁶You, Pashhur, and everybody for your house go enta captivity, come Babylon, and die and dem go bury una for dia—you and all your friends wey you prophesy lie give.'"

Jeremiah Cry Out to Im Papa

⁷You deceive me, my Papa, and dem deceive me; you win me with power and you conquer. I don turn laughing-tin di whole day; everybody dey mock me. ⁸Anytime I talk, I dey cry out, dey shout, "Violence and destruction!" Bicos di word of our Papa don bring me mockery and shame di whole day. ⁹But if I talk say, "I no go mention am or talk again for im name," den e go dey for my heart like fire wey dey burn, wey dem lock inside my bones. I don tire to hold am inside, and I no fit. ¹⁰Bicos I dey hear plenty people dey whisper: "Terror for every side! Report am! Make we report am!" All my friends wey I trust dey watch make I fall: "Maybe dem go deceive am, and den we go conquer am and pay am back." ¹¹But our Papa dey with me like warrior wey dey cause fear; na so my persecutors go stumble and dem no go win. Dem go shame well-well, bicos dem no succeed; dia shame wey no go end nobody go ever forget am. ¹²O Papa of heaven army, you wey dey test di person wey dey correct-and-holy way and dey see di heart and di mind, make I see your justice against dem, bicos I don hand my case give you. ¹³Sing to our Papa! Praise our Papa! Bicos e don rescue di life of di person wey dey need from di hand of di people wey dey do evil. ¹⁴Make di day wey dem born me carry curse! Make di day wey my mama born me no ever get blessing. ¹⁵Make dat man wey bring di news give my papa, "Dem born you pikin, na boy!" carry curse—di one wey make am happy well-well. ¹⁶Make dat man be like di cities wey our Papa destroy without pity. Make e hear cry for morning and battle alarm for afternoon, ¹⁷bicos e no kill me inside belle, so dat my mama for don be my grave, im belle for don be di place wey I go rest forever. ¹⁸Why I come comot from belle at all to see trouble and sorrow, and to finish my days for shame?