Jeremiah 48

48 ¹Concerning Moab. Na dis be wetin di Papa wey dey lead di army of heaven, our Papa of Israel, talk: Trouble dey for Nebo—dem don scatter am! Shame don catch Kiriathaim, dem don capture am; shame don catch di strong fortress, dem don break am. ²Moab name wey dem dey praise no dey again. For Heshbon dem plan bad-bad tin against am: “Make we come, make we cut am off so e no go be nation again!” You too, O Madmen, dem go make you shut mouth; sword go dey run after you. ^a a v2 Di city name Heshbon dey sound like “dem plan” — na deliberate play: di place come be di very spot for di same scheming wey e take im name. ³One voice! One cry from Horonaim: “Wahala and big-big destruction!” ⁴Dem don break Moab; im small pikin dem don raise cry. ⁵Bicos for di way wey dey climb go Luhith dem dey go up dey cry well-well; bicos for di way wey dey go down Horonaim dem don hear di painful cry of destruction. ⁶Run! Save una life, and come be like juniper tree for di wilderness! ⁷Bicos you put your trust for wetin your hand don do and for your riches, dem go capture you too; and Chemosh go go exile together with im priests dem and im officials dem. ^b b v7 Chemosh na di national god of Moab; di oracle dey declare say even Moab own god go dem carry go exile, e no fit save im own people. ⁸Di one wey dey destroy go come against every city, and no city go escape; di valley go perish and di plateau go dem destroy, just as our Papa don talk. ⁹Give Moab wings, bicos e must fly comot; im cities go come be desolate place, wey nobody go dey live inside. ¹⁰Curse dey for di one wey dey do di work of our Papa anyhow, and curse dey for di one wey dey hold im sword back from blood. ¹¹Moab don dey enjoy rest since im young days, e settle for im dregs; dem never pour am comot from one vessel to anoda, and e never go exile. So im taste still dey inside am, and im scent no change. ¹²Naim make di days dey come, na our Papa talk am, wey I go send decanters go am wey go pour am comot; dem go empty im vessels dem and break im jars dem. ¹³Den shame go catch Moab bicos of Chemosh, just as shame catch di house of Israel bicos of Bethel, di one wey dem put dia confidence. ¹⁴How you fit talk say, “We be warriors, men wey get mind for battle”? ¹⁵Dem don lay Moab waste; dem don overrun im cities, and im finest young men dem don go down to di slaughter, na di King talk am—di Papa wey dey lead di army of heaven na im name. ¹⁶Di calamity of Moab don dey near, and im disaster dey rush come sharp-sharp. ¹⁷Cry for am, all una wey dey around am, all wey sabi im name; talk say, “See how di mighty scepter don break, di scepter wey get glory!” ¹⁸Come down from your glory and siddon for di dry ground, O you wey dey live for Dibon! Bicos di one wey dey destroy Moab don come up against you; e don ruin your strongholds. ¹⁹Stand for di road side and dey watch, O you wey dey live for Aroer! Ask di man wey dey run and di woman wey dey escape; talk say, “Wetin happen?” ²⁰Shame don catch Moab, bicos dem don break am. Cry loud and shout! Announce am for di Arnon, say dem don lay Moab waste. ²¹Judgment don come on di tableland—on Holon, and Jahzah, and Mephaath, ²²and Dibon, and Nebo, and Beth-diblathaim, ²³and Kiriathaim, and Beth-gamul, and Beth-meon, ²⁴and Kerioth, and Bozrah, and all di cities of di land of Moab, di ones wey far and di ones wey near. ²⁵Dem don cut off di horn of Moab, and dem don break im arm, na our Papa talk am. ²⁶Make am drunk, bicos e stand gidigba against our Papa; so Moab go roll for im own vomit, and e too go come be tin wey people go dey laugh. ²⁷Abi Israel no be tin wey you dey laugh? Dem catch am among thieves ni, wey anytime you talk about am you go dey shake your head? ²⁸Comot for di cities and go live among di rocks, O una wey dey live for Moab! Come be like di dove wey dey build im nest for di mouth of gorge. ²⁹We don hear about di pride of Moab—e proud well-well—about im high-mind, im pride, im arrogance, and di way im heart dey lift up. ³⁰I sabi im insolence, na our Papa talk am; im boasting na lie, im deeds na lie. ³¹Naim make I dey cry over Moab; for all Moab I dey shout; for di men of Kir-heres I dey moan. ³²Pass how I cry for Jazer, na so I dey cry for you, O vine of Sibmah! Your branches reach cross di sea, dem stretch reach di sea of Jazer; on top your summer fruit and your grape harvest, di one wey dey destroy don fall. ³³Gladness and joy don comot from di orchard land of Moab; I don make di wine stop for di winepresses; nobody dey tread with shout again. Di shouting no be shout of joy. ³⁴From di cry of Heshbon reach Elealeh, reach as far as Jahaz, dem dey raise dia voice, from Zoar reach Horonaim and Eglath-shelishiyah; bicos even di waters of Nimrim don come dry desolate. ³⁵I go bring am to an end for Moab, na our Papa talk am, di one wey dey offer sacrifice for di high place and dey burn incense to im god. ³⁶Naim make my heart dey moan for Moab like flute; my heart dey moan like flute for di men of Kir-heres; bicos di wealth wey dem gada don perish. ³⁷Bicos dem don shave every head and cut off every beard; for all di hands cuts dey, and around di waist mourning cloth dey. ³⁸For all di housetops of Moab and for im open squares, na only lamentation dey, bicos I don break Moab like jar wey nobody want, na our Papa talk am. ³⁹See how dem don break am! See how dem dey wail! See how Moab don turn im back for shame! So Moab don come be tin wey people go dey laugh and fear to all wey dey around am. ⁴⁰Bicos na dis be wetin our Papa talk: Look, one go swoop like eagle and spread im wings against Moab. ⁴¹Dem don capture di cities and dem don seize di strongholds. For dat day di heart of Moab warriors go be like di heart of woman wey dey labour. ⁴²Dem go destroy Moab so e no go be a people again, bicos e stand gidigba against our Papa. ⁴³Terror, pit, and trap dey on top you, O you wey dey live for Moab! na our Papa talk am. ⁴⁴Di one wey run from di terror go fall inside di pit, and di one wey climb comot from di pit, trap go catch am; bicos I go bring on top Moab di year of dia reckoning, na our Papa talk am. ⁴⁵For di shadow of Heshbon di people wey dey run stop, dia body don weak; bicos fire don comot from Heshbon, one flame from di house of Sihon. E don chop up di forehead of Moab, di crown of di sons of tumult. ⁴⁶Trouble dey for you, O Moab! Di people of Chemosh don finish, bicos dem don carry your sons go captivity and your daughters go exile. ⁴⁷But still, I go bring back di fortunes of Moab for di latter days, na our Papa talk am. Na here di judgment on Moab end.