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Lamentashons 1:11 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

11 En pipol dey feel di pain and dem dey find wetin dem go chop. E sell en betta-betta tins make e for si money take buy food chop, so dat e nor go die. So e kry, “My God, make Yu look kon si as I dey sofa.”

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Lamentashons 1:11
20 ပူးပေါင်းရင်းမြစ်များ  

Bikos of wetin dey happen so, Samaria pipol food kon finish and dem kon dey sell donkey head for eight silva and half pound for dove shit kon bi five silva.


“True-true, I dey tok like fool since, wetin I go fit ansa? I nor go try tok anytin again.


Awa neighbours dey laf us; pipol wey dey around us, dey take us make yeye.


Bikos of dis, God kon sey, “If yu turn from sin kom meet God kon stop wetin yu dey tok and tink, I go take yu back and yu go bi my savant again. If yu stop to tok anyhow, yu go bi my profet again. Den di pipol go won bi like yu and yu nor go bi like dem.


Wen dia enemies surround di town won kill dem, I go make dem chop dia shidren and dem go still chop each oda too.’ ”


“My oga, wetin dis men do so, nor good o-o. Dem don put Jeremaya inside well, where dem know sey honga go kill-am, bikos food nor dey di town.”


For di ninet day for di fourt mont for dat same year wey Zedekaya don dey rule, di honga for di town kon sirious bikos di food wey remain, don finish.


Bikos Jerusalem sin well-well, God kon rijet dem like dirty rag. All di pipol wey dey honor am before, don hate am naw, bikos dem don si en nakednes and shame. Di only tin wey e fit do naw, na to dey kry with pain and hide en face with shame.


E nor keep ensef klean or tink of wetin go happen to am. Naw, e dey inside gutta and nobody won bring am out. So e kry kon sey, “Oga God, make Yu si wetin dey happen to mi; my enemies don win mi.”


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.


Dem dey kry give dia mama sey, “Wi wont chop and drink!” Dem dey faint for di town like sojas wey wound for war and dem dey die small-small for dia mama hand.


Si, Oga God! Why Yu dey ponish us like dis? Make wimen chop dia shidren wey dem love? Or make dem kill priests and profets for inside God temple, bikos of sofa?


Awa God, make Yu tink about dis tins wey dey happen to us naw and how awa enemies don disgrace us rish.


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