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James 5:1 - Hawaii Pidgin Bible

1 Eh! You rich peopo! Lissen! Mo betta you cry plenny now, an feel sad! Cuz bumbye, you goin suffa plenny fo shua.

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James 5:1
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Eh! Da One In Charge, you real strong! So get me outa trouble from dat kine peopo! Da ones dat ony like get plenny stuffs From inside dis world! But da ones you get love an aloha fo, You give dem all da good tings dey like get. Dea kids an dea grankids, Goin get mo plenny still yet!


Da peopo dat tink dey no need worry Cuz dey get plenny stuff awready, Dey goin wipe out one time. But da peopo dat do da right ting erytime, Eryting goin come out good fo dem, Jalike da tree dat get plenny leaf.


Wen God ready fo wipe out eryting Cuz he no can stan wat peopo stay do, All da money you get, no goin help you! Wen you stay do da right ting erytime, Dat goin get you outa trouble wit wateva can make you mahke.


“You Babylon peopo, Cry an yell cuz you feel sore inside, Cuz Da One In Charge, his day stay come nea! Da God Dat Get All Da Powa, He goin wipe out da bad guys.


Inside da street, da peopo tie burmbag cloth aroun dea wais Fo show dey stay sad inside. On top da flat roof, an inside da street, Erybody stay cry an yell plenny.


So, you guys betta put on burmbag kine clotheses, Fo show you guys stay sad inside an crying, Cuz Da One In Charge stay real huhu wit us guys. An he still yet stay huhu!”


Dis wat Da One In Charge tell: “Da guy dat know wat fo do erytime No good fo him talk big dat he know wat fo do. Da guy dat know how fo fight No good fo him talk big dat he know how fo fight. Da rich guy, no good if him talk big bout how rich him.


Tell dis: “ ‘Wat kine muddah you Judah guys get?! Yoa muddah, jalike one lion wahine, Dat live wit da odda lions. She take kea her bebes till dey grow up.


“Eh! Fo Real Kine Guy! Tell dis fo me: Dis wat Da One In Charge, da Boss, tell: “ ‘Cry plenny! Moan! An tell, “Bummahs! Cuz da bad time stay come!”


Eh you farma guys! Bum out! You guys dat grow da grapes, cry loud! Stay sore inside bout da wheat an barley, Cuz da food fo harves come all wipe out!


You pries guys, put on burmbag clotheses Fo show you stay sad inside. Cry loud, you guys dat work in front da altar. Wear burmbag clotheses all nite, You guys dat work in front my God. Cuz no mo da wheat an barley sacrifices an da drink sacrifices, No mo notting fo bring inside da Temple Fo Yoa God.


Wake up, you piloot guys, an cry! All you guys dat suck up da wine, cry loud! Cry bout da juice fo make da wine, Cuz da locus, dey no let da wine reach yoa mout!


All da rich guys from Jerusalem ony like bus up peopo. Da peopo dat live ova dea stay bulai erytime. Erytime dey talk, dey make scam.


Dea silva an gold no can get dem outa trouble dat day Wen Da One In Charge go wild wit dem. He goin be jealous, jalike one fire Dat goin burn up all da peopo inside da world. Cuz az fo real, dat he goin bring one skery end Fo all da peopo dat live on top da earth!”


But Jeshurun, az da Israel peopo Dat stay do wass right, Dey wen come real fat an do Ony wat dey like do. Eh, I stay talk bout you Israel peopo! You guys eat too much an come real fat. You wen bag from da God dat wen make you. Da One dat stay solid jalike one big stone Da One get you guys outa trouble, But you guys tink he stupid, an bag from him.


Da sun come up an come real hot, an make da plant dry up. Den da flowa fall down, an da plant no look nice no moa. Same ting fo da rich braddah—he stay work fo make his money, but jalike da flowa, he goin mahke.


But you guys, you make any kine to da pooa peopo. Eh! Wassamatta you guys? Da rich peopo, dey da ones dat erytime make you guys suffa, an make you do watevas dey like, aah? Dey da ones dat erytime drag you in front da judge.


Wassamatta you guys! You talk big lidis: “We go dis place today, o tomorra we go da odda place. We goin stay ova dea one year, an buy an sell tings, an make plenny money.”


Dat mean, you guys gotta come real sorry, an suffa inside, an cry hard. No laugh no moa, an start fo cry. No feel good inside, but come real sore inside long time.


Lean sinn:

Sanasan


Sanasan