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Lamentashons 5:1 - Holy Bible Nigerian Pidgin English

1 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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Lamentashons 5:1
26 ပူးပေါင်းရင်းမြစ်များ  

Dem kon tell mi, “Tins hard for di pipol wey kom back. Dem dey for big trobol and disgrace. Dem neva fit ribuild Jerusalem wall and di gate wey awa enemies burn, still dey groun.”


Make Yu remember wetin Yu tell Moses wen Yu sey, ‘If una nor dey faithful to mi, I go skata una go oda nashons.


Den I pray, “My Oga God! Make Yu hear as dem dey laf us. Make dia laf and disgrace fall for dia own head. Make dem tif all di propaty wey dem get kon karry dem as prisonas go strenj land.


Make Yu remember sey na san Yu take make mi; so Yu won turn mi to dat san again?


My God! Make Yu remember sey my life bi like breeze and my happiness don end.


Make Yu si di sofa wey I dey sofa kom save mi, bikos I neva forget yor laws.


My God, si as di enemies dey curse Yu. Pipol wey nor get sense nor dey respet yor name.


My God, make Yu pay awa neighbours seven times for di mout wey dem don take boast for Yu.


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


Jerusalem pipol, I go put pipol wey go dey guide una walls and dem nor go kwayet both for day and nite. But una wey dey pray give God, make una nor stop at-all.


Den I ansa, “My God! Yu know as I dey sofa. Abeg make Yu remember kon help mi. Make Yu revensh doz wey dey tok bad against mi. Nor sorry for dem, so dat dem nor go kill mi. Make Yu remember sey na bikos of Yu, dem dey curse mi.


Di pipol sey, “Wi dey shame, dem don insult and disgrace us, bikos strenjas don dirty God temple.”


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.”


So my God, make Yu si as I dey sofa! My heart dey kry, bikos of my sins. Dem dey kill pipol for di street and even deat dey inside house too dey wait mi.


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.”


Pipol wey dey pass di town dey look una with shame. Dem dey laf and shake dia heads, bikos Jerusalem don skata. Dem sey, “Nor bi di fine town wey di world bin like well-well bi dis?”


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?


Wen ever I remember as I take sofa without house to sleep, e dey pain mi like poizin for my belle.


until God go look from heaven kon si wetin don happen.


Yu don hear all di wiked names wey dem dey koll mi and Yu know all di plans wey dem don make.


My God, I don hear evritin wey Yu do and e sopraiz mi well-well. Even naw for awa time, make Yu still do dat wonderful tin wey Yu do before. Even wen Yu dey vex, make Yu sorry for us.


Den e tell Jesus, “Wen yu rish yor kingdom, make yu remember mi!”


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