Den I sey, “My God, Yu don forget Judah pipol? Na so Yu hate Zion town? Wetin make Yu dey do us like dis, sotey wi nor dey okay again? Wi dey hope for peace, but na wahala wi dey si. Wi dey bilive sey wi go well, instead na trobol dey follow us.
Just as well dey bring fresh wota kom out, na so too Jerusalem dey bring all en wikedness kom out. I dey hear war and distroshon nois for di town kon si wound and sickness for evriwhere.
Wetin I go fit tok? Who don ever si dis kind sofa before? Wetin I go fit take kompare yu, Jerusalem? How I go fit take konfort yu? Bikos di wound wey yu wound, deep like sea. Na who go fit heal yu?
Wen Israel si as e dey sick and Judah si as e sore big rish, dem kon go meet Assyria great king make e kom help dem, but e nor fit cure or heal dia wound.
Yor sore nor get cure and nobody go fit heal yu again. Doz wey hear as dem take distroy yu, dey klap and sing with joy, bikos yor wahala and trobol, too mush.