Fill up ery gulch dat cross dat road! Cut thru all da mountains an hills Fo make da road level! Wea da groun not level, make um smooth! Make all da rough places come flat!
I goin take da guys dat no can see On top one road dey neva know befoa. I goin show um wea fo go No matta dey donno da way. No matta stay dark all aroun dem, I goin shine light come in front dem. I goin make da rough kine place come smooth. All dese tings, I goin do um. I no goin leave dem.
Goin be me dat go in front you, Jalike I goin make da mountains come flat Fo come easy fo you go. I goin broke down da bronze town gates. I goin cut thru da iron bars.
Jalike all da cedar trees in da fores goin know dis: Me, Da One In Charge, da One goin bring down da tall trees an make da short trees come tall. I goin make da green trees come dry an make da dry trees grow good. “ ‘Me, Da One In Charge wen tell all dis, an I da One goin do um.’ ”