God sey, “If una really obey di Oga una God kon do wetin good for my eyes and listin to my kommand, I nor go sofa una with all di diziz wey I send go Egypt, bikos na mi bi di Oga una God wey dey heal una.”
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?
“I fine pesin wey fit build di wall; pesin wey fit stand for where di wall for fall kon tok for di town wen my vexnashon won distroy am, but I nor si anybody.
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.
God sey, “Na Mi, bi Mi! And e nor get any oda god escept Mi. I dey kill and give life, I dey make pesin sick and heal pesin too and nobody go fit fight mi.
(My shidren, I dey rite about dis matter, so dat una nor go dey sin.) But if anybody sin, wi get pesin wey dey beg di Papa for us, dat pesin, na Jesus Christ wey dey raitious