13 Dia own don finish! Dem don forget mi kon dey do wetin I sey make dem nor do, so I go distroy dem. I won save dem before, but dem nor dey woship mi from dia heart.
God sey, “I go ponish my shidren wey nor dey obey my kommand. Pipol wey dey do wetin dem like and enter agriment with wiked pipol kon dey do tins without my Spirit. Dem just dey add join dia sins.
Pipol wey dey go Egypt for help, curse dey dia head! Dem dey put dia hope for di plenty sojas, ordinary horse and shariot wey Egypt get. But dem nor trust Israel God or kom meet am make E help dem!
God sey, “Israel pipol, as una small and dey weak rish, make una nor fear, bikos I go help una. Mi wey bi Israel God wey dey holy, na mi bi di only Pesin wey go save una.
God tok about dis pipol sey: “Dem dey run from mi and dem nor dey kontrol demsef. So, I nor dey happy with dem. I go remember all di bad-bad tins wey dem don do kon ponish dem, bikos of dia sin.”
Strenjas for der sey, ‘Wi bin won kom help Babilon town, but e don too late. Make wi leave am kon go back to awa house, bikos God don ponish Babilon pipol kon distroy di town.’ ”
“Israel pipol, dis word wey una dey always tok for dis land, na wetin e mean? Una dey sey, “ ‘Mama and papa dey chop grape wey don sawa, but na di shidren dey feel di sawa taste for dia mout.’ ”
“Wen ever I sey I won heal and make my pipol, Israel prosper again, dia wikedness and di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do, nor dey allow mi do am. Samaria pipol dey shit each oda and dey do bad tins. Dem dey break enter pipol house and dey tif waka for street.
Wen dem hear wetin e tok, fear kon katch dem well-well, so dem ask am, “Wish kind tin yu do so?” Di men tok like dis, bikos dem know sey e dey run from God, just as e bin tell dem.
But Jonah kon plan to run go anoda place, bikos e nor won do wetin God tell am. E travel go Joppa where e for si one ship wey karry load dey go Tarshish. So e buy tiket kon enter di ship, so dat e go fit hide from God.
“O! Jerusalem pipol, O! Jerusalem pipol! Una wey kill di profets and stone di pipol wey God send kom meet una! I don dey try to gada una shidren as fawol dey gada en shidren under am, but una nor let mi do am.
Den I look and I hear one eagle dey shaut as e dey fly for sky, “E go bad well-well! E go bad well-well! E go bad well-well for pipol wey dey dis eart, bikos of wetin go happen wen di last three angels go blow dia trumpets.”