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Jeremaya 30:15 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

15 Make una nor komplain about una sore again, bikos e nor get cure. I dey ponish una like dis, bikos una wikedness and sin, too mush.

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Jeremaya 30:15
45 Iomraidhean Croise  

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.


If God sey E nor go do anytin, nobody go fit ask am kweshon. If E hide en face, wi nor go get help at-all weda na one pesin or di hold kountry.


E sey, ‘As I dey rite so, make I lie sey I dey wrong? Dem nor fit heal my wound, even doh I nor sin at-all.’


Bikos some nor get sense, dem kon tok against am and dem sofa for dia sins.


From una head go rish una leg, na sore full am. Una body don skata, bikos sore full evriwhere and dem nor bandage, klean or trit dem at-all.


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.


So, wetin make mi still dey sofa? Why I go dey bear dia curse like sore wey nor get cure? Yu dey plan to leave mi like stream wey dry?”


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.


God tell en pipol, “Dem nor go fit cure una wound and una sore go dey forever.


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.


And even doh una enemies sey, ‘Zion nor mean anytin and nobody kare about am,’ I go make una well again kon heal una wound. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”


Egypt pipol! Make una go Gilead go find medicine, but all una medicine nor go work and nor-tin go fit heal una.


Bikos both rish and poor pipol dey make money with wayo. Even profets and priests join dem dey deceive pipol 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?


Den, why wi human being go dey komplain if dem ponish us for awa sins?


But dis tin happen, bikos of di sin wey di profets and di priests kommit and bikos of di innocent pipol for di town, wey dem kill.


bikos my pipol sore too deep and e don even rish Judah too. Yes! E don rish Jerusalem gate.


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.


Lean sinn:

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