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Jeremaya 4:11 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

11 “For dat time, dem go tell Jerusalem and Judah pipol sey, “ ‘I dey kommand one strong breeze kom from di desert kom meet my pipol. Di breeze nor bi to blow well or to klean my pipol,

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Jeremaya 4:11
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E go burn wiked pipol with shako, sulfur and fire kon distroy dem with strong breeze.


So I kon sey, “Make nobody hold mi; make una allow mi kry well-well. Make I kry for my pipol, bikos dem don distroy dem and nobody dey to help dem.”


No, but God vex for en pipol kon send dem go Babilon as dia ponishment. E karry dem komot from dia land with one strong breeze from di east.


Una go blow dem and breeze go skata and karry dem go. Una go dey happy, bikos na mi bi una God, den una go praiz mi wey bi Israel God wey dey holy.


All of us nor dey klean and dirty full awa life. Bikos of awa sins, wi bi like leaf wey don fade wey breeze dey blow trowey.


So dat na why God go skata una like dirty wey strong breeze blow trowey.


God sey make I tell di pipol dis word: “I dey kry both day and nite and nor-tin fit stop mi, bikos my pipol don wound and dia sore deep well-well.


But just look, God vexnashon go kom like heavy breeze and e go blow wiked pipol head komot.


and dis breeze go strong well-well! Bikos na only God dey judge en pipol.’


I dey hear my pipol dey kry for evriwhere for di land sey, ‘God nor dey Zion? Abi Zion king nor dey der again?’ ” But God ansa, “Wetin make una go woship juju kon make mi vex?”


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.


So God wey dey rule evritin kon sey, “Like iron, na so too I go melt and test my pipol for fire, bikos dem don do wiked tins well-well. Abi na how I won do dem pass?


I don kry sotey wota nor gri kom out from my eye again; my heart don break. I don taya and e dey pain bi wen I si how dem distroy my pipol and how shidren dey faint anyhow for di town.


Wota dey rush kom out from my eye, bikos dem don distroy my pipol finish.


Wen dem distroy my pipol, even wimen wey love dia shidren, dey kook dem chop, bikos of honga.


Even as jackals wiked rish, dem still dey give dia shidren breast make dem suck, but my pipol wiked like ostrich for desert.


Di ponishment wey I give my pipol worse pass Sodom pipol own, bikos na wons e take happen and nobody dey to help dem.


Yes, dem don plant am, but e go fit prosper? E nor go die wen breeze blow kom from east? Abi e nor go dry finish for where e for dey grow?”


But wiked pipol kon kut am down. Di wind blow kon dry all en fruit. En branches dem break komot kon dry and fire burn dem.


Even doh Israel dey grow like betta grass, I go send hot desert breeze from east kom dry dia rivers and well. E go distroy evritin wey dem value.


So just as dew dey vanish for morning, na so dis pipol go disappear too. Dem go-go like leaf wey breeze blow or smoke wey dey fade.


So, breeze go karry dem go and dem go shame sey dem dey offa sakrifice give juju.”


Dem dey pass like breeze wey dey blow. But dem really dey guilty, bikos dem bilive sey, na dia pawa as dia god.”


I won give Babilon pipol pawa; doz wiked pipol wey nor dey sorry for odas. Dem go mash round di world kon seize all di oda nashons.


Di fan wey e go take blow kanda komot from korn, dey en hand and e go gada and keep en korn inside store kon burn di dirty for faya wey nor dey kwensh.”


E whole shovel for hand to harvest di korn keep for en store, but e go burn di korn kanda with fire wey nor dey kwensh.”


Lean sinn:

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