Profet Jeremaya sing one song for King Josaya and e don turn tradishon for doz wey dey sing for Israel and na both man and woman dey use di song wen dem dey mourn. Dem add di song join di oda mourning songs.
God dey make evritin happen for di rite time. Yet nobody go fit really undastand all di tins wey E don do and E put kweshons for awa mind about wetin don happen before and wetin go still happen.
Den Dibon pipol go klimb di hill go kry for dia shrine bikos of wetin happen to Nebo and Medeba town. Moab pipol go kry well-well. Evribody go barber bololo kon shave dia bear-bear.
Even if Yu sorry for wiked pipol, dem nor go still learn how to do wetin dey rite and even for where raitious pipol dey rule, wiked pipol still dey do wiked tins; dem nor dey si God glory wey dey kom.
Instead make dem dey scent well, dem go dey smell. Instead make dem wear betta belt, dem go tie rope for waist. Instead make dia hair fine, hair nor go dey dia head at-all. Na rag dem go dey wear, instead of fine klot. Dia beauti go turn to shame!
E send Eliakim wey bi di offisa wey dey kare for di palis, Shebna wey bi di kourt seketry and di senior priest go meet Profet Isaya wey bi Amos pikin and all of dem wear sak klot too.
Di pipol ask, “Wetin make us dey fast and honbol awasef if God nor go ansa us?” God kon tell dem, “Di true bi sey, for di time wey una dey fast, una still dey opress una workers and run follow tins wey una like.
Rish and poor pipol go die for dis land and nobody go beri or mourn for dem. Pipol nor go kut dia body or shave dia hair to show sey dem dey mourn for dem.
So, Jerusalem pipol! Make una mourn and kut una hair. Make una sing burial song on-top evry hill, bikos God sey, ‘I go rijet and forget dis pipol, bikos dem don make mi vex.’ ”
“Israel pipol, make una stop to celebrate una festival like doz wey nor know God. Una don turn from una God and nor dey faithful to am again. Una don sell unasef give juju like ashawo wey dey di land and una love wetin una tink sey love una.
Una wey bi priests wey dey serve for di altar, make una wear sak klot kon kry! Make una go mourn for di temple till day break, bikos korn and wine nor dey wey una go offa give una God!
Dis na wetin make God sey, “Make una turn from sin kom meet mi naw wey time still dey. Make una give mi una heart. Make una fast, kry and mourn as una dey kom meet mi.
Make di priest wey dey serve God for di altar, stand and kry for di temple gate kon sey, “My Oga God, make Yu sorry for yor pipol. Nor allow oda nashons hate, laf and ask us sey, ‘Where una God der?’ ”
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.
Judah pipol, make una mourn and shave una hair, bikos dem go karry di shidren wey una love go as slave. Make una skrape una head like vulture own, bikos dem go karry una small-small shidren go work as slave for anoda land.