For morning go rish evening for dat day, di pipol try taya make David for chop sometin, but David don promise sey, “Make God ponish mi, if I chop anytin today!”
Dis warnin wey I dey give dem naw so, go turn to sorrowful song Leta. Di wimen go sing di song as dem dey mourn for Egypt and en pipol.” Mi, God wey get pawa, don tok.
Di priests dem bi like tif wey hide for bush bikos one attack pesin. Dem dey kill pipol for di road wey dem dey pass go Shekem and dem still dey do many wiked tins!