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Joel 1:7 - Hawaii Pidgin Bible

7 Dey wase my grape plants. Dey wipe out my fig trees. Dey rip da bark an throw um away. Dey leave da branches all white.

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Joel 1:7
12 Iomraidhean Croise  

God wen wack Dea grape vines an fig trees, An smash da odda trees All ova da land.


Had locust bugs all ova da Egypt land. Jalike dey make house ery place inside da Egypt land. Had uku pile a locust all ova da place. From befo time neva had dat plenny locust, an bumbye, no goin get any mo lidat eva.


Da locust bugs cova all da groun, till ony look black all ova. Dey eat all da plants inside da fields, an da fruits from all da trees dat da hail neva hit. No mo green stuff from da trees an plants inside da field, all ova da Egypt land!


Da grape plant no grow nice, Da juice from da grape fo make wine, look funny kine. Da kine peopo dat like party an feel good, Dey stay moan.


Pound yoa ches an cry, all you peopo, Cuz no mo da nice looking fields An da grape plants wit plenny fruit Dat you guys wen get befo time.


I goin make um jalike da boonies wea no mo notting. Nobody goin trim um, o hoe hana da weeds. Plenny stickas an thorn bushes goin grow dea. I goin tell da clouds Fo no let um rain on top um.


Dis anodda message too, from Da One In Charge: “I goin take away da food dey stay harves. No goin get grapes on top da grape plants. No goin get figs on top da fig trees. All da leafs goin dry up an fall down. All da tings I wen give dem, I goin take away from dem, An goin go some odda place!”


I goin wipe out her grape plants an her fig trees Dat she tink, ‘Da guys dat make sex wit me wen give me dis fo pay me!’ I goin make her trees grow thick togedda Fo ony da wild animals eat all da fruits.


Da grape plant stay all dry. Da fig tree stay all any kine. Da pomagram tree, da date palm tree, da apple tree, All da trees in da field stay all dry. Fo shua da peopo no stay good inside Cuz dey all hamajang inside.


Da One In Charge tell: “I wen wack da farms you guys own An da fields wea you grow grape Fo da hot wind an da groun worms jam up eryting. Da locust kine grasshoppas wen eat up all da fig tree an olive tree dat you guys own. Still yet, you guys no like come back an be my guys!” Dass wat Da One In Charge tell.


No matta da fig tree no mo bud, No matta da grape plant no mo grape, No matta da olive tree no mo olive, No matta da fields no mo food, No matta da sheeps Mahke inside da pens, No matta da pens no mo cows,


I goin chase away da bugs so dey no eat wat you guys plant. Dey no goin wipe out da tings dat grow outa da groun. Da grapes no goin fall down from da grape plants befo dey ready. Me Da One In Charge, Da God Ova All Da Armies, an dass wat I tell.


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