Micah 4

4 ¹For di last days, di mountain wia our Papa house dey go stand strong pass all di oda mountains, e go lift high pass di hills, and plenty people go dey rush come am. ²Plenty nations go come and talk say, “Make una come, make we go up to di mountain of our Papa, to di house of di God of Jacob, so dat E fit teach us Im ways and we go waka for Im road.” Because teaching go comot from Zion, and di word of our Papa from Jerusalem. ³E go judge between plenty people and settle palava for strong nations wey dey far. Dem go beat dia swords make dem turn plow, and dia spears make dem turn hook for cutting tree; nation no go carry sword fight anoda nation, dem no go learn war again. ⁴Everybody go sidon under im own grape tree and under im own fig tree, and nobody go make dem fear, because di Papa of heaven army don talk am Imsef. ⁵Because all di people dey waka for di name of dia own god, but we go waka for di name of our Papa forever and ever.

Our Papa Dey Gather Im Pikin Dem Wey Scatter

⁶For dat day, na wetin our Papa talk be dis, I go gather di ones wey dey lame and bring togeda di ones wey dem drive comot, di ones wey I don make dem suffer. ⁷I go make di ones wey dey lame turn di ones wey remain, and di ones wey dem drive go far I go make dem turn strong nation, and our Papa go rule ova dem for Mount Zion from now go reach forever.

⁸And you, tower wia dem dey watch di flock, hill of di daughter of Zion, na to you e go come—di power wey you get before go come back, di kingdom of di daughter of Jerusalem.

⁹Now wetin make you dey cry loud so? Abi no king dey among una? Abi di person wey dey advise you don die, wey pain don catch you like woman wey dey born pikin? ¹⁰Dey turn and dey groan, daughter of Zion, like woman wey dey born pikin, because now you go comot from di city and go live for open field; you go go Babylon. Na dia dem go rescue you; na dia our Papa go redeem you from di hand of your enemy dem.

¹¹Now plenty nations don gather against you, dey talk say, “Make dem spoil am, and make our eye dey enjoy as e dey happen to Zion.” ¹²But dem no sabi di tin wey dey our Papa mind; dem no understand Im plan, say E don gather dem like corn wey dem tie togeda come di place wey dem dey beat corn. ¹³Stand up and beat di corn, daughter of Zion, because I go make your horn turn iron and your foot turn bronze; you go crush plenty people, and you go give dia gain to our Papa, dia wealth to di Oga of di whole earth.