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Jeremaya 12:1 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

1 My God, Yu dey always trit mi well anytime wey I komplain give Yu. But I ask Yu one kweshon about good judgement: “Why e bi sey wiked pipol dey prosper and pipol wey nor dey honest, dey susid?

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Jeremaya 12:1
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I know sey Yu nor go do dat kind tin. Yu nor go kill pipol wey dey good with di bad ones.”


Awa Oga wey bi Israel God, Yu dey good. Wi, yor savants wey remain, kom meet Yu and wi dey konfess awa sins. Aldo wi nor get any rite to kom yor present again afta evritin wey wi don do.”


Yu still dey rite even wen Yu ponish us. Wi really don sin well-well and Yu give us di ponishment wey fit us.


But tif and pipol wey nor dey fear God dey live for peace, even doh na God hand dem dey.


But I wish sey I fit tok to God, nor bi yu. I won make mi and God setol dis matter.


For inside town, doz wey wound and di ones wey dey die, dey kry, but God nor dey ansa dem.


God fit let dem stay for peace, but en eye nor go komot for dia body at-all.


Dem wrap dia rut for plenty stone kon dey look for where dem go hide put for di rock.


Naw, make una si as God kind and good rish! Dis awa God too dey pity for pesin!


My God, na Yu bi my raitiousness and yor laws good well-well.


My God, I know sey yor laws nor dey bad or hard. Yu dey ponish mi, bikos e dey good for mi.


God dey rite for evritin wey E dey do; na goodness full en body.


Make yu nor worry yorsef about wiked pipol wey dey prosper or jealous doz wey dey do bad tins!


Pipol wey wiked and nor dey sorry for odas, I don si as dem dey prosper like tree for betta groun,


I don really sin against Yu; I don do bad tins for yor present. Evritin wey Yu dey tok dey rite and di way Yu take judge my kase, dey good.


But even before dem born mi, Yu don plan betta tins for mi kon dey tish mi wisdom.


“Wiked pipol dey grow like grass and doz wey dey do evil dey prosper, but God go distroy dem forever.”


Pipol wey nor know anytin, dey die bikos dem rijet wisdom and distroshon go follow doz wey bi fool, bikos dem feel sey wisdom nor koncern dem.


E still get oda yuzles tins for dis world: Sometaims, wi dey trit good pipol like sey dem wiked, den trit wiked pipol like sey dem dey good and na dis dey yuzles pass.


God wey bi Israel pipol king sey: “Di gods for di nashons, make una tok wetin dey una mind. Make una kom defend unasef!


Una nor dey hear or undastand; na since dem born una, una ear block. Yes, I really know how una wiked and sturbon rish and na wiked pikin dem dey koll una since dem born una.


So I pray to God: “My Oga God wey dey rule all of us; yor judgement na true and Yu dey si wetin pipol dey tink for dia heart. Make Yu fight dis pipol for mi, bikos my life dey yor hand.”


Even yor own brodas and family dey against yu; dem don join doz wey won kill yu. Make yu nor trust dem, even doh dem dey trit yu well.”


But Israel pipol, just like woman wey nor dey faithful to en husband, na so too, una nor dey faithful to mi.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.


I tink sey afta dem do all dis tins finish, dem go kom back kom meet mi, but dem nor kom and dia sista Judah, wey nor dey faithful too, si wetin dem do.


“Afta I don give Baruk di agriment paper wey I take buy di land, I kon pray,


Dis na bikos, Israel and Judah pipol nor dey faithful to mi again.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.


I wish sey I get where I fit go stay for desert; I for go, so dat my pipol nor go fit si mi, bikos dem nor dey faithful to God.


Jerusalem sey, “God dey rite, bikos I go against en kommand. So pipol for evriwhere, make una listin kon si as I dey sofa! Dem don karry my shidren go Babilon as slave.


“Den una sey, ‘God dey play wayo.’ Naw, Israel pipol, make una ansa mi, ‘I dey play wayo?’


Awa Oga God dey ready to ponish us and E really ponish us, bikos anytin wey E dey do, dey rite, yet wi nor gri listin to am.


“Awa God! Na only Yu dey do wetin dey rite, but dem dey disgrace us evriday, bikos Judah, Jerusalem and all di pipol wey Yu skata go evriwhere, nor gri listin to Yu.


But just like Adam, my pipol sef break di kovenant wey I make with dem.


Bikos of dis, di law dey weak and yuzles and doz wey dey judge, nor dey judge well at-all. Wiked men dey opress good pipol; dem don turn betta judgement up-side-down.


But God still dey di town and E nor dey do bad at-all. E dey always judge matter well and E nor dey fail. Yet wiked pipol nor dey shame at-all.


Una don make God taya with una many tok. But una still dey ask, “How wi take make God taya?” Na wen una sey, “Pipol wey dey do bad tins, dey good for Oga God eye and E like dem well-well and wen una still ask sey, ‘Where di God wey dey judge well?’ ”


Naw, wi dey sey, na pipol wey dey karry body up, happy pass. Wiked pipol nor dey only prosper, but dem dey test as God patient bi with di wiked tins wey dem dey do; yet nor-tin dey happen to dem.”


Na-im bi di Rock; evritin wey E dey do dey korrect, bikos wayo nor dey en tins. En na God wey pesin fit bilive, bikos E nor just dey judge pipol anyhow.


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