Make yu tell am, ‘Mi wey bi God sey, “Afta yu don kill pesin finish, yu won still take en propaty too?” ’ Still tell am sey, ‘Na for where dog for lick Nabot blood, na der too, dogs go for lick yor own blood!’ ”
E sakrifice en sons for fire for Ben-Hinnom Valley kon dey do juju and many bad-bad tins. E dig one pit and for der, doz wey don die, dem dey koll dia spirit kom back to life. E put majishan make dem dey supavise am. E do many wiked and bad tins wey make God vex.
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
God sey, “Bikos Judah pipol don too sin, I go ponish dem naw. Dem hate wetin I tish dem and nor gri obey my kommand. Di same lie-lie gods wey dia grand-grand papa dem serve, don deceive dem too.
Bikos to go against am, bi like wen pesin chop witch and to dey show sturbon head, bi like wen yu dey woship juju. So bikos yu don rijet di word wey God tell yu, en ensef don rijet yu as king.”