Jeremiah Chapter 10
Ayo, peep what the Lord's dropping on you, Israel squad:
Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Israel:
So the Lord's like, "Don’t vibe with the non-believers, and don’t trip over the signs above; they’re all shook by them."
Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them.
Their rituals are straight sus: they cut down trees from the woods, crafted by some dude with an axe.
For the customs of the people {are} vain: for {one} cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. {customs...: Heb. statutes, or, ordinances are vanity}
They deck it out in silver and gold; they nail it down tight so it stays put, like, for real.
They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not.
They stand tall like palm trees, but can't chat; they gotta be carried around 'cause they ain't got legs. Don't stress them; they can't pull off bad moves, and they ain't got the vibe to do good either.
They {are} upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also {is it} in them to do good.
There’s no one like you, Lord; you're straight goated, and your name is lit with power.
Forasmuch as {there is} none like unto thee, O LORD; thou {art} great, and thy name {is} great in might.
Who wouldn’t be shook by you, King of nations? You're the real MVP; no wise guy can match you.
Who would not fear thee, O King of nations? for to thee doth it appertain: forasmuch as among all the wise {men} of the nations, and in all their kingdoms, {there is} none like unto thee. {to...: or, it liketh thee}
But they’re all brutish and clueless; their idols are totally fake.
But they are altogether brutish and foolish: the stock {is} a doctrine of vanities. {altogether: Heb. in one, or, at once}
Silver from Tarshish and gold from Uphaz, all crafted by skilled hands; they rock blue and purple threads, made by crafty peeps.
Silver spread into plates is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the workman, and of the hands of the founder: blue and purple {is} their clothing: they {are} all the work of cunning {men}.
But the Lord is the OG God, living and everlasting; when he gets mad, the earth shakes, and nations can’t handle his vibes.
But the LORD {is} the true God, he {is} the living God, and an everlasting king: at his wrath the earth shall tremble, and the nations shall not be able to abide his indignation. {true...: Heb. God of truth} {living God: Heb. living Gods} {everlasting...: Heb. king of eternity}
Tell them, "The gods that didn’t create the heavens and earth? They’re gonna dip out of existence, no cap."
Thus shall ye say unto them, The gods that have not made the heavens and the earth, {even} they shall perish from the earth, and from under these heavens.
He crafted the earth with his power, set the world up with wisdom, and stretched the heavens like a boss.
He hath made the earth by his power, he hath established the world by his wisdom, and hath stretched out the heavens by his discretion.
When he speaks, the skies flood with water, and he makes the mist rise from all corners of the earth; he brings lightning with the rain and whips up the wind from his stash.
When he uttereth his voice, {there is} a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures. {multitude: or, noise} {with: or, for}
Every dude is clueless about what’s real: every craftsman is shook by their own idols, 'cause their molten images are fake, and they got no breath.
Every man is brutish in {his} knowledge: every founder is confounded by the graven image: for his molten image {is} falsehood, and {there is} no breath in them. {brutish in his knowledge: or, more brutish than to know}
They’re just vanity and mistakes; when their time's up, they’ll be done.
They {are} vanity, {and} the work of errors: in the time of their visitation they shall perish.
Jacob’s portion ain’t like that; he’s the creator of everything, and Israel is his chosen crew: The Lord of hosts is his name.
The portion of Jacob {is} not like them: for he {is} the former of all {things}; and Israel {is} the rod of his inheritance: The LORD of hosts {is} his name.
Gather your stuff from the land, you peeps in the fortress.
Gather up thy wares out of the land, O inhabitant of the fortress. {inhabitant: Heb. inhabitress}
The Lord's like, "Yo, I’m about to kick out the land's inhabitants and stress them out so they see what's up."
For thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this once, and will distress them, that they may find {it so}.
Man, I'm hurting! My wound is rough: but I said, "This is just too much, and I gotta handle it."
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this {is} a grief, and I must bear it.
My tent's wrecked, all my cords are snapped: my kids are gone, and there’s no one to set up my tent or curtains anymore.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they {are} not: {there is} none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
The pastors are acting all brutish and haven’t looked for the Lord; so they won't thrive, and all their flocks will scatter.
For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the LORD: therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.
Check it, the noise is coming, and there’s a wild stir from the north to make Judah's cities a ghost town, like a dragon's den.
Behold, the noise of the bruit is come, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah desolate, {and} a den of dragons.
Lord, I know that a man's path isn’t in his control; it’s not up to him to direct his steps.
O LORD, I know that the way of man {is} not in himself: {it is} not in man that walketh to direct his steps.
Lord, correct me, but do it chill; not in your anger, or I’ll be toast.
O LORD, correct me, but with judgment; not in thine anger, lest thou bring me to nothing. {bring...: Heb. diminish me}
Pour your fury on the non-believers who don’t know you, and on the families that don’t call on your name: they’ve devoured Jacob and left him empty, turning his home into a wasteland.
Pour out thy fury upon the heathen that know thee not, and upon the families that call not on thy name: for they have eaten up Jacob, and devoured him, and consumed him, and have made his habitation desolate.