12 Da Efraim peopo stay bulai me all da time. Az da Israel peopo, an da way dey ack, I no trus dem. But da Judah peopo still hang out wit me, God, no matta wea dey go! Dey stay good wit me, Da One dat stay good an spesho,
Whoeva fight an win, I goin give dem da right Fo sit by me wea I stay on top my throne. Jalike me, I win awready, An now I stay sit down by my Faddah Wea he stay on top his throne.
Jalike he stay eat ashes. His head all jam up An make um tink da wrong way. He no can get outa trouble Az why he no mahke. He no can tell, ‘Dis ting in my hand stay bulai me!’
You make um come God peopo, Fo come prieses an work fo oua God, cuz he dea King, An fo come king an queen guys wit God, An dey goin lead all da peopo inside da world.”
Christ wen come da king fo us guys, An make us all come prieses Fo work fo God, his Faddah. We goin tell how awesome he stay. He get powa foeva an eva! Dass it!
You guys ack jalike you donno dat bumbye, da peopo dat stay spesho fo God goin be da judge fo all da peopo inside da whole world. So how come you guys no can figga out dis small kine stuff?
My Boss tell: “Dis peopo tell dey mines, But dey ony mout! Dey talk jalike dey get respeck fo me. But ony mout dem! Inside dey stay far from me. Wen dey like show love an respeck fo me, Dey ony copy da words dey wen learn From da rules odda peopo tell um fo do.
Da odda guy tell, “From now, yoa name no goin be Jacob. Yoa name Israel now, cuz you make fight wit God an wit peopo, an you win.” (“Israel,” dat mean “make fight wit God,” dea language.)
Da Israel peopo, dey ack jalike da wind stay dea food. All day dey chase da east wind. Dey bulai mo an moa, an dey beef mo an moa. Dey make one deal wit da Assyria peopo. Den dey sen olive oil Egypt side.
Dey no turn to me, Da God Dass Mo Importan Den All Da Odda Gods. Dey jalike one bow dat you no can trus fo shoot strait, Dey good fo notting. Dea leadas goin mahke in da war. Cuz dey tell how dey stay piss off wit me. Cuz a dat, erybody inside Egypt Goin make fun a dem.”
“No matta you Israel peopo fool aroun lidat, I no like fo da Judah peopo make lidat an get da blame. No go Gilgal fo pray to dea fake gods! No go Bet-Aven fo pray to dea fake gods! An no make one promise an tell, ‘Fo shua Da One In Charge stay alive, An he goin punish me if I no do um!’
Dose guys put kahuna on top each odda. Dey bulai each odda an murda each odda. An dey rip off peopo. Dey fool aroun behind dea wife o husban back. Dey bus up peopo an kill um one afta anodda.
But da stuff you guys wen plant— You wen teach peopo how fo do wass wrong! Az why you Israel guys wen harves all kine stuff dass not right! An cuz a dat, you guys ony lissen da ones dat bulai you. Cuz you guys trus da way dat you live, An all da strong fighta guys you guys get.
