My God, Yu don forget yor pipol wey bi Jakob shidren-shidren, bikos dem dey do majik for evriwhere for di land; dem dey go meet majik pipol just as Filistia pipol dey do and na strenjas bi dia friends naw.
God tell Judah pipol, “Di pipol wey I love dey do wiked tins, so wish rite una get wey make una dey kom my temple? Una tink sey una fit offa sakrifice to stop all di bad tins wey una don do? Una dey happy to do wiked tins even wen una dey offa di sakrifice.
Den I sey, “My God, Yu don forget Judah pipol? Na so Yu hate Zion town? Wetin make Yu dey do us like dis, sotey wi nor dey okay again? Wi dey hope for peace, but na wahala wi dey si. Wi dey bilive sey wi go well, instead na trobol dey follow us.
Una go komot for di land wey I give una and I go make una serve una enemies for di land wey una nor know, bikos my vexnashon bi like fire and e go burn forever.”
God tell mi, “Jeremaya, if anybody among my pipol, or profet or priest ask yu, ‘Wetin God tok?’ Make yu tell dem sey, ‘Una dey disturb God and E go distroy una.’
So, just as I distroy Shiloh, na so too I go distroy dis my temple wey una trust sey go protet una, even doh I bin gi-am to una and una grand-grand papa.
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.’ ”
I tell Israel pipol dis message: ‘Una dey happy, bikos of una temple. Una like to dey look and go der, but I go distroy am and di small-small pipol wey una get for Jerusalem go die for war.’
So God sey, “All di bad tins wey dem dey do, na Gilgal dem from start am and na from der I start to hate dem kom. I go drive dem komot from my land, bikos of di evil wey dem do. I nor go love dem again. Yes! Even dia leaders don go against mi.
Dem go use swod kill some, karry some as prisona go anoda kountry and di Gentile pipol go distroy Jerusalem, until di time wey God sey Israel must sofa, go end.