Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.
E go skata dem like pot wey fall press each oda kon break. Na so too shidren go bi to dia papa and mama. I nor go pity or sorry for dem. I must distroy dem and nor-tin go fit stop mi.”
Naw, mi, God promise sey, “King Zedekaya with en ofisas and doz wey survive di war, di honga and diziz, I go give dem to King Nebukadnezzar for Babilon and to dia enemies wey won kill dem. King Nebukadnezzar go kill dem with swod and e nor go pity or sorry for dem at-all.” ’ ”
Jerusalem dey beg for help, but nobody gri help am. God don tok against Jakob sey, “Doz nashons wey dey around yu, go bi yor enemies! Dem go ponish and trowey Jerusalem like dirty rag!”
Afta David don give wetin e karry kom to di pesin wey dey divide tins give di sojas, e kon run go di war front. Wen e rish der, e kon ask en brodas, how una dey?