9 Dia face dey show sey dem dey guilty. Just like di pipol for Sodom, na so too dem dey boast about dia sin. E bad well-well for dem, bikos dem dey distroy demsef.
Di next day, di senior dota kon tell en sista sey, “I sleep with papa yestiday nite; so make wi gi-am plenty drink today again, so dat yu go sleep with am.”
God sey, “Si how Jerusalem wimen dey karry body up! Dem dey waka dey karry dia head up and roll dia eyes. Dem dey waka small-small make dia shain for dey make nois.
Na di wiked tins wey una do go ponish and kondemn una, bikos una turn from mi. So, una go learn as e betta and wiked rish nor to dey fear mi or forget mi wey bi di Oga una God.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
Shame dey katch dem bikos of di wiked tins wey dem do? No! Dem nor dey shame at-all. Dem nor even sabi form sef! So, dem go die just as odas die. Dem go die finish, afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
Dem dey shame sey dem do dis kind wiked tins? ‘No!’ Dem nor dey shame at-all; dem nor even sabi form sef! Bikos of dis, just as pipol wey don die, na so too dem go die finish afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
“Yor sista and en pikin dey karry body up, bikos dem get enough to chop and dem dey stay for peace, but dem nor gri kare for poor pipol and doz wey nor get to chop.
I still won know about di ten horns for en head; di horns wey grow kom out leta; di three horns wey fall wey get eye and mout wey dey tok anyhow and en face dey make pesin fear pass any of di oda beast dem own.
Den Samuel sey, “Make una bring Amalek king, Agag, kom meet mi.” So dem bring Agag kom as e dey shake and e dey tink for en mind sey, “True-true, deat know sweet at-all!”