Revelation 18

18 ¹After dis one, I see anoda angel dey comot from heaven, wey hold plenty authority; di glory wey e carry make di whole earth shine. ²E shout with big voice sey: “E don fall, e don fall—big Babylon! E don turn house for demons, hiding-place for evri unclean spirit, hiding-place for evri unclean bird, hiding-place for evri unclean animal wey pesin hate. ³Bicos all di nations don drink di wine of di hot desire of her ashawo life; di kings of di earth do ashawo with am, and di traders of di earth don rich well-well from di power of her big-big enjoyment.”

⁴Den I hear anoda voice from heaven sey: “Comot from inside her, my people, so dat una no go share her sins or receive her plagues;

⁵bicos her sins don pile up rish for heaven, and our Papa don remember di bad-bad tins wey she do. ⁶Pay her back di way she sef don pay pesin, and pay her back double for wetin she do; for di cup wey she mix, mix double portion give her. ⁷As she praise herself and dey live big-big enjoyment, give her di same measure of suffering and sorrow; bicos for her heart she dey talk sey, ‘I sidon like queen for throne; I no be widow, and I no go ever see sorrow.’ ⁸Na dis reason make her plagues go come for one single day—death and sorrow and hunger—and dem go burn her finish with fire; bicos our Papa wey don judge her get power well-well.”

⁹Di kings of di earth wey do ashawo and share big enjoyment with her go cry and dey wail ova her, as dem see di smoke of her burning. ¹⁰As dem stand far, dey fear her suffering, dem go talk sey: “Trouble, trouble, big city, Babylon, city wey get power! For one hour your judgment don come.” ¹¹Di traders of di earth dey cry and dey mourn ova her, bicos nobody dey buy dia goods again. ¹²Goods of gold, silver, precious stones, pearls, fine linen, purple cloth, silk, red cloth; evri kind sweet-smell wood, evri tin wey dem make from ivory, costly wood, bronze, iron, marble. ¹³Cinnamon, spice, incense, myrrh, frankincense, wine, olive oil, fine flour, wheat, cattle, sheep, horses, chariots, and di bodies and souls of pesin.

¹⁴“Di ripe fruit wey your soul dey crave don comot from you; all your riches and fine-fine tins don loss, you no go ever find dem again.” ¹⁵Di traders of dis tins wey rich from her go stand far, dey fear her suffering, dey cry and dey mourn, ¹⁶and dey shout sey: “Sorrow, sorrow for di big city, wey dress with fine linen, purple, and red cloth, wey shine with gold, precious stones, and pearls! For one hour all dis wealth don spoil finish.” ¹⁷And evri ship captain, evribody wey dey sail for sea, di sailors, and all wey dey make dia money from di sea stand far, ¹⁸and dem shout as dem see di smoke of her burning sey: “Which city ever be like di big city?” ¹⁹Dem throw sand for dia head and shout, dey cry and dey mourn sey: “Trouble, trouble for di big city, wia evribody wey get ship for sea rich from her wealth! For one hour she don spoil finish.” ²⁰Rejoice ova her, o heaven, and una saints and apostles and prophets! Bicos our Papa don judge una case against her.

²¹One angel wey get power carry stone wey be like big grinding-stone throw am inside di sea, dey talk sey: “Na so dem go throw Babylon di big city down with force, and dem no go ever find am again. ²²Di sound of pipo wey dey play harp and music, of pipo wey dey blow flute and trumpet, dem no go ever hear am for inside you again. No worker of evri kind work go ever dey found for inside you again. Di sound of di grinding-stone dem no go ever hear am for inside you again. ²³Di light of lamp no go ever shine for inside you again. Di voice of di man wey dey marry and di bride dem no go ever hear am for inside you again. Bicos your traders na di big-big pipo of di earth, and na your juju dem take deceive all di nations. ²⁴Na for inside her dem find di blood of prophets and saints, and of all pipo wey dem kill for di earth.”