Make rain or dew nor fall for Mount Gilboa, make di fields nor produce fruit at-all! Bikos na for der dem for disgrace strong sojas with all di pawa wey dem get. Dem abandon Saul shield wey e take dey protet ensef and dem nor rub oil put.
But dem ansa. “Yu nor go follow us, bikos e nor go mean anytin to di enemy if wi wey remain turn and run or even if dem kill half of us, but only yu bi like 10,000 of us. E go betta make yu stay here dey send help kom give us.”
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.
Dem go bi like house wey pesin hide put bikos of heavy rain. Dem go bi like wota wey dey rush for desert; like big rock wey en shadow kover empty land.
But Babilon sojas porshu dem kon katch Zedekaya near Jeriko. Den dem take am go meet King Nebukadnezzar for Riblah town wey dey Hamat land and na for der Nebukadnezzar for judge am.
Di town gates don sink enter groun. E skata all di keys and bars wey dem take dey lock di gates. Dem take en prince dem and kings go Babilon as slave. Law nor dey again and God profets nor dey get any vishon from am again.
Den I go trow my net on-top am kon katch am with my trap. I go take am go Babilon wey bi Kaldea pipol land (but e nor go si am) and na der e go for die.
Di tree leaf fine well-well and fruits wey go beleful evribody, full am. Wild animals dey stay under am and birds dey stay for en branches dem. Evritin wey God kreate, dey chop from am.
“Di shuku-shuku ansa, ‘If una really wont make I bi una king, den make una kom stay under mi. If not, fire go from my shuku-shuku branches burn Lebanon cedars.’ ”
Naw, as I dey here so, anybody fit tok bad about mi before God and di king wey E choose? I don use force take anybody animal? I don do anybody wrong? I don opress anybody? I don take bribe from anybody hand wey make mi nor tok trut? Make una tell mi and I go ansa una!”
Yu yorsef go know sey today God don put yu for my hand for inside di rock. Some of my men sey make I kill yu, but I sorry for yu kon sey, ‘I nor go do bad tin to my oga, bikos na God choose am.’
Yu don fail for yor work. As long as God dey alive, una wey nor fit protet una oga wey God choose as king, dead body betta pass una. Naw make yu find di king spear and wota pot wey dey near en head!”