Heavens, make una shaut dey happy! All di deep part for dis eart, make una shaut well-well! Make mountins and evry tree for di forest, shaut too, bikos God protet Israel pipol kon show how E great rish.
So naw, make una komot from Babilon, make una run komot from der! Make una shaut with joy as una dey tok about am. Make una tell evribody for di world sey, ‘God don save Jakob en savant.’
But dis na wetin God tok: “True-true, dem go release doz wey dey prison and dem go seize wetin strong men karry kom from war. I go fight with anybody wey fight with una kon save una shidren.
But di Pesin wey go save dem, dey strong. Dem dey koll am Oga God wey dey rule ova evritin. E go fight for dem kon bring peace and rest kom di eart, but na trobol, wahala and pain go follow Babilon pipol.”
I nor go save dis pipol from grave or save dem from deat pawa. So deat, make yu bring all yor wahala kom! Yu grave, make yu bring all yor distroshon kom, bikos I nor go pity for dis pipol again.
Wen dat day rish, just as shepad dey save en animals from danger, na so too Oga God go save en pipol. Dem go shine for en land like crown wey dem make with gold.