Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
So di road wey dem dey pass, go dark and go dey draw; I go make dem kick stone fall. I go bring wahala kom meet dem and di time to ponish dem, don near. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”
Even di sojas wey dem hire lazy like small goat. Instead make dem stand fight, na run dem dey run. Di day for dem to face wahala and ponishment, don kom.
God still sey, “Anybody wey try eskape di wahala go fall enter di pit and anybody wey fit kom out from di pit go enter trap, bikos God don set di time wey dem go distroy and skata Moab.
Dis na wetin Oga God tell mi: “Di pipol wey remain for Israel, go bi like grape wey dem press well-well. So make yu go shek di branches again like sey na yu dey press di wine out. Den, make yu save di ones wey yu fit save naw wey time dey.”
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.
Di time to ponish Israel don rish; di time wey pipol go get wetin dem deserve. Dat time, Israel pipol go know wen e happen! Una sey, ‘Dis profet na fool. Dis man wey feel sey e know well-well, dey kraze!’ Una hate mi well-well, bikos una sin too many.
Jakob shidren-shidren go bi fire; Josef shidren-shidren go bi big smoke and Esau pipol go bi like leaf wey fall for groun, dem go burn dem rish groun, bikos God don tok!
Even di pesin wey good pass among dem, bi like shuku-shuku; di one wey dey fear God pass among dem, wiked pass many shuku-shuku wey dem tie togeda. But di day wen God go judge dem, dey kom; di time wey E go ponish dem for evritin.