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Jeremaya 23:9 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

9 Dis na wetin God tok about lie-lie profets: “Dem don break my heart and all my body dey shake. I bi like pesin wey don drink wine well-well, bikos of di wey dem dey trit mi and my holy word.

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Jeremaya 23:9
21 Iomraidhean Croise  

Yu dey trit us with strong hand kon make us drink wine wey dey katch us naw.


Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.


Efraim pipol, una own don finish! Una glory dey fade like flower wey breeze blow trowey, bikos una leaders don drink well-well and even with all di perfume wey dem spray, dem still sleep for dirty, bikos di drink don katch dem well-well.


Make una kontinue to dey fool unasef! Make una dey bihave like pesin wey nor dey si! Make una dey stagga fall even wen una nor drink wine. Yes! Make una dey stagga waka, even doh una nor drink!


Jerusalem pipol wey dey sofa, una wey dey stagga like sey una don drink,


I kon sey, “My own don finish, bikos evry word wey dey komot from my mout, na sin full am and I dey stay with pipol wey all dia words na sin and naw, I don use my eyes si Oga God wey bi di king wey get pawa.”


But wen I sey, “I go forget God and I nor go tok with en name again,” na dat time yor message dey bi like fire wey dey burn inside my body. Even wen I try to pritend sey nor-tin dey happen, I nor dey fit.


Afta e read finish, dem look demsef kon dey sopraiz, so dem tell Baruk, “Wi must go tell di king about all dis tins.”


Di profet dem dey lie; di priests dey rule as dem like and my pipol like am like dat. But di day wey wahala and distroshon go start, na where dem go run go for help?


Den I sey, “Nobody fit cure my pain bikos my heart heavy well-well.


I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.


Na bitterness and sofa bi di food and drink wey God dey give mi.


God wey get pawa sey: E nor go betta for foolish profets wey dey follow dia own spirit, even wen dem neva si anytin at-all!


“Make yu pass thru evriwhere for Jerusalem kon mark di pipol front head; pipol wey dey face trobol and wahala, bikos of all di bad tins wey dey happen for di town.”


Make una kill both old and yong pipol; weda na papa, mama or pikin. But make una nor tosh anybody wey get di mark for en head. Make una start from my temple.” So dem kon start with di leaders wey dey der.


So I faint and I kon dey sick for some days. Den afta, I get up kon go do di work wey di king sey make I do. But di vishon still dey sopraiz mi, bikos I nor fit undastand wetin e mean.


I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.


Before I know di law, I dey alive, but wen I hear God kommandment, sin just enter my life


Lean sinn:

Sanasan


Sanasan