Di Time Wey Nineveh Go Answer For Everything
Di siege don land: red shield, chariot dey run up and down like lightning, dem force di river gate open, di palace don fall, dem carry di queen go while her maid dem dey beat dia chest. Assyria na lion wey full im den with torn meat; di Papa of heaven army dem talk say e dey against am.
2 1Di one wey dey scatter people don come rise against you, Nineveh. Guard di strong place, watch di road, ready yourself, gather all your power!
2Because our Papa dey bring back di greatness of Jacob, like di greatness of Israel, even though people wey dey rob don strip dem bare and spoil dem branch. a a v2 Even inside book wey dey talk judgment on Nineveh, di heart of am na our Papa wey dey bring back di honour of im pikin dem wey dem don beat finish.
3Di shield of im soldiers na red dem dye am, di strong-heart men wear cloth wey red like blood; di war-cart dem dey shine like fire for di day wey dem ready dem, and dem dey wave di cypress spear. 4Di war-cart dem dey rush enter di street dem, dem dey run up-and-down for di open place dem; dem look like torch, dem dey flash like lightning. 5E call im officers; dem dey stumble as dem dey march; dem hurry go di wall, and dem set di shield wey dey cover for im place. 6Dem open di river gate dem wide, and di palace fall down. 7Dem don talk am finish: dem strip am bare and carry am go, while im house-girl dem dey cry like dove, dey knock dem chest. 8Nineveh be like pool wey im water dey pour comot. “Stop! Stop!” dem dey shout, but nobody dey turn back. 9Grab di silver! Grab di gold! Di treasure no get end, plenty-plenty of every precious thing. 10Empty and waste and ruin! Heart dey melt, knee dey shake, pain grab everybody for body, and every face don turn pale.
11Where di lion dem hole dey now, di place wey di young lion dem dey chop, where di lion and mama-lion dey waka, and di lion pikin dem, wey nobody fit make dem fear? 12Di lion tear meat enough for im pikin dem and choke prey for im mama-lion dem; e fill im hole dem with di thing wey e kill and im den dem with meat wey e tear.
13“Look, I dey against you,” na so di Papa wey get di army of heaven talk. “I go make your war-cart dem burn turn smoke, and sword go chop your young lion dem. I go cut off your prey from di ground, and dem no go hear di voice of your messenger dem again.”