Da pries guys neva aks, ‘Wea Da One In Charge stay?’ Da guys dat suppose to know da Rules fo shua, Dey donno me fo real kine. Da guys dat suppose to take kea da peopo, Dey like beef wit me. Da guys dat suppose to talk fo me, Dey talk fo da god Baal. Dey stay tight wit da idol kine gods Dass good fo notting.”
Fo shua we goin do eryting we tell we goin do. We goin burn incense fo oua wahine god da Queen Inside Da Sky. We goin pour out drink sacrifices fo her, jalike us guys, oua ancesta guys, da king guys, an oua leada guys wen do inside da Judah towns an on top da Jerusalem streets. Befo time, wen we make lidat, we get plenny food, an we stay rich, an we no suffa notting bad.
“How come you guys tell, ‘Us guys not pilau! We no go pray to da Baal kine gods!’? Try tink how you guys wen ack inside da valley Wea peopo make sacrifice to da odda gods. Try tink wat you guys do ova dea. You guys jalike one wahine camel dat hard up fo find one boy kine camel. You guys run hea an dea.
But yoa ancesta guys neva lissen wat I tell, an dey no do um. Dey neva even tink bout wat I tell dem. Dey real hard head, so dey do wateva bad kine ting dey like do. Az why I wen make happen all da real bad kine stuff dis deal tell goin happen to dem, cuz I awready tell um wat fo do but dey neva do um.’ ”
You Judah peopo betta lissen too! Dis wat Da One In Charge tell: “Ova an ova, da Judah peopo wen go agains me. Az why no way I goin let um go an no punish dem! Cuz me, Da One In Charge, I wen give um da Rules, But dem, dey ack jalike da Rules no matta! Dey no like do wat I wen tell dem fo do. Jalike dea ancesta guys, Dey let da fake gods make um go da wrong way.
Da peopo goin tell, “How come us guys stay sit in dese small towns?! Go come, us go run away togedda To da towns dat get one strong wall. Fo shua us goin mahke ova dea, Cuz oua God, dass Da One In Charge a us, tell we goin mahke. Jalike he give us poison watta fo drink Cuz we wen do bad kine stuff agains him.
Az why Da One In Charge, da God Ova All Da Armies, tell dis bout da guys dat suppose to talk fo him: “Me, I goin make dem grind da kine food dat taste horraz, An drink watta wit poison inside. Get guys Jerusalem side dat suppose to talk fo me, Dey da ones wen start fo make peopo all ova da land Tink dat me, God, no matta.”