Di messenjas take di kommand go all di aria for di kingdom. And di law wey dey inside sey for di thirtint day for Adar mont, dem must kill all Jew pipol; weda dem yong or old, both wimen and shidren kon take all dia propaty.
Bikos dem don sey make dem distroy, both mi and my pipol! If to sey dem just sell us as slaves, I nor for tell yu about am, but dem go soon kill all of us finish.
Di king give Jew pipol for di town, di pawa to gada and protet demsef, so dat dem nor go fit distroy and kill dem. Dem fit fight anybody wey won kon attack dem kon pak dia propaty.
Karry grindin stone kon bigin grind korn! Remove di klot wey yu take kover face and pul yor fine klot komot, den make yu pak yor skirt up as yu dey cross di river!
Listin to wetin mi, Israel God wey dey mighty, dey tok. “Dem nor go hear joy, happiness and marriage nois. Di pipol go dey alive to si all dis tins wen e dey happen.”
Di happiness and joy wey dey Moab land, don vanish. I don make dia wine stop to flow from di winepress. Nobody dey to make wine for dem and una nor go hear happiness nois from der again.
For Judah town and Jerusalem street, I go make sure sey nobody dey shaut or happy with joy sey pesin dey marry. Dis na bikos di whole land dey empty and dirty don full der.”