Even afta di ponishment wey don happen to us bikos of awa sin, wi still know sey Yu, awa God, dey sorry for us, bikos even doh Yu dey ponish us, Yu still help us survive am.
E build fence round di land kon remove di small-small stones wey nor go make di vine grow well, den e plant vine put. E build one towa for di middle kon dig pit where e go press di grape put. But as e dey wait, instead make di grape produce betta fruit, e kon produce bad ones.
Judah pipol gods plenty, just as di towns wey dem get. And as Jerusalem street plenty rish, na so too di altar wey dem build for Baal juju, plenty too.
Na di wiked tins wey una do go ponish and kondemn una, bikos una turn from mi. So, una go learn as e betta and wiked rish nor to dey fear mi or forget mi wey bi di Oga una God.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
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.
But naw, doz wey distroy una, dem go distroy dem too and dem go karry all una enemies go Babilon as prisonas. Dem go opress doz wey dey opress una and doz wey tif from una, dem go tif from dem too.
Jerusalem enemies don turn dia oga naw and dem dey prosper, bikos God ponish Jerusalem pipol for di sins wey dem kommit. Dem don katch and take dia shidren go far land.
Wetin I go fit tok? Who don ever si dis kind sofa before? Wetin I go fit take kompare yu, Jerusalem? How I go fit take konfort yu? Bikos di wound wey yu wound, deep like sea. Na who go fit heal yu?
I go dey patient as God dey ponish mi, bikos I don sin against am. But afta E don ponish mi, E go fight for mi kon make mi win. God go take mi enter di lite and I go si en raitiousness.
Yor sore nor get cure and nobody go fit heal yu again. Doz wey hear as dem take distroy yu, dey klap and sing with joy, bikos yor wahala and trobol, too mush.