Word of Care for Baruch
One short private word for Baruch, wey writing don tire and wey no see rest. Nobody tell am say im sorrow small. Dem tell am say we Papa dey uproot wetin e plant, so make Baruch no dey find big things; im life na wetin e go keep.
45 1Di word wey Jeremiah di prophet talk to Baruch, Neriah im pikin, wen e write dis words for scroll as Jeremiah dey tok am, for di fourth year of Jehoiakim, Josiah im pikin, di king of Judah: 2Na dis one our Papa of Israel tok give you, Baruch:
3You bin talk say, ‘I don suffer! Bicos our Papa add sorrow join my pain; I don tire from di way I dey groan, and I no dey find rest.’
4Tok give am: Na dis one our Papa dey tok: Wetin I build, I dey pull am down, wetin I plant, I dey uproot am—for di whole land. 5And you—you dey find big-big things for yourself? No do am. I dey bring wahala come on top all flesh, na so our Papa tok, but anywhere you go, I go give you your life as di only thing wey you go carcommot with. a a v5 “Your life as plunder” na tok wey dem dey tok for war-front: for di ruin wey dey come, Baruch go escape with notin except im own life—and dat one na di very gift wey our Papa promise say e go keep.
