And wen una ask, “Wetin make all dis tins dey happen to us? Why dem tear awa klot komot from awa body kon trit us like ashawo? Na bikos of sin?” Yes! Na bikos una don sin.
But I don naked Esau shidren-shidren finish kon open where dem hide put, so dat dem nor go fit hide again. Dem don distroy Edom pipol and nobody among dem remain.
Bikos Jerusalem sin well-well, God kon rijet dem like dirty rag. All di pipol wey dey honor am before, don hate am naw, bikos dem don si en nakednes and shame. Di only tin wey e fit do naw, na to dey kry with pain and hide en face with shame.
Bikos of dis, I go bring all di pipol wey yu love togeda; di ones wey yu like and doz wey yu hate. Dem go round yu like circol, den I go tear yor klot komot yor body kon let dem si yor nakednes.
I go distroy all en vine and di fig tree wey e sey en lovers gi-am, bikos e dey serve dem. I go turn en gardins to wildaness; den wiked animals go distroy dem.