I dey tell una sey, doz wey woship and obey mi, go get plenty food to chop and drink, but food and wota go hongry una wey dey disobey mi. My pipol go dey happy, but na disgrace go follow doz wey dey disobey mi.
But I still sey, “Dat na bikos awa leaders nor get sense. Dem nor gri go meet God make E tell dem wetin dem go do. So dem kon do tins like fools and all di pipol wey dem dey lead, don skata finish.
Una go kover una face with shame and sorrow wen una dey kom back from Egypt, bikos God don rijet di pipol wey una trust and even with dia help, e nor go still betta for una.”
Una priests nor even ask sey, ‘Where Oga God dey?’ Doz wey dey tish my law nor even know mi. Una rulers don turn from mi. Una profets dey profesai with Baal name and una leaders dey woship juju wey nor fit help or save dem.
But God wey strong and get pawa, dey my side. So doz wey dey plan against mi, go fail. Yu go disgrace dem forever, bikos dem nor go susid and dem nor go ever forget di disgrace.
Doz wey love una, don forget una; dem nor kare about una again, bikos I don attack una like una enemy. Una ponishment go sirious well-well, bikos una wiked and don sin well-well.
Jerusalem pipol, naw wey enemies don distroy and porshu una, wetin una go kom do? Aldo una wear red klot and gold kon paint una eye well, but all doz tins nor mean anytin, bikos di pipol wey una love well-well, don rijet and won kill una.
Na breeze Efraim pipol dey chop. Dem dey porshu breeze from morning go rish nite. Dem dey gada lie and wahala kon enter agriment with Assyria and dey do business with Egypt pipol.