“ ‘ “Bikos of dis, I go skata yor throne kon kill all yor sons and shidren-shidren; both di ones wey don old and di yong ones. I go finish yor family; dem go swip dem komot like dirty.
If pesin get hundred shidren and e stay for dis life kon old, but if e nor get happiness and dem nor do betta beri for am, den I go sey, “Pikin wey dem just born and e die, betta pass am.”
“ ‘Mi, wey bi God sey, “I go ponish dem for four difren ways: I go make dem die for war. I go allow dog karry dia dead body. I go allow birds and wiked animals chop dia flesh
But naw, mi wey bi God dey tell yu, King Jehoiakim sey, ‘Yor shidren and shidren-shidren nor go ever rule for David throne. Dem go trow yor dead body for under sun and kold go make am block for nite.
Den, put dem under sun, moon and stars. Bikos dis na di tins wey dem love; tins wey dem dey woship, serve and koll make e kom guide dem. Nobody go gada dis pipol bones go beri again; so dem go bi like manure wey dem pour for groun.