Fo plenny year you hang in dea wit yoa peopo. You wen sen yoa Spirit fo tell da guys dat talk fo God Fo tell da peopo, ‘Wise up!’ but dey still yet no lissen. So den, you let da peopo from odda lands Take ova yoa peopo.
“Sad! You Jerusalem peopo! You guys stay kill da guys dat talk fo God, an throw stones fo kill da guys God sen by you guys. Plenny times I wen like bring you guys by me, jalike one muddah chicken bring togedda her bebe chickens unda her wings, but you guys no like come.
Dance an sing, cuz bumbye God goin get plenny good kine stuff fo give you guys from wea he stay inside da sky. Eh, jalike befo time, da guys God wen sen fo talk fo him long time befo time, had peopo dat make dem suffa too.”