Yu send yor savant kom boast give mi sey yu don defeat di highest mountins for Lebanon with all yor shariot. Yu dey boast sey yu dey kut di cedars tree wey tall pass and di cypress tree wey fine pass for der. Yu still sey yu don rish di place wey far pass for di forest
I don first koll una olive tree wey get many fine fruit and leaf. But naw, I go kom like tonda kon put fire and e go burn di leaf, den break di branches dem.
But una must obey mi kon make di Sabat, holy. For dat day, una must nor karry any load pass Jerusalem gate, if una do am, I go burn di gate rish round. Fire go burn di palis rish groun too and nobody go fit kwensh am.’ ”
Pipol for dis eart! Make una hear dis word: ‘I won bring wahala for dis pipol. E go bi payment for dia wikedness, bikos dem don rijet my law and dem nor gri listin to wetin I tok.