Dem tell di pesin wey dey si vishon sey, “Make yu nor si any vishon for us” and dem tell di profet sey, “Make yu nor tell us di rite tin again!” Dey tell us betta and sweet tins. Make yu just dey lie give us.
Why Yu make us komot from yor plans and ways? Why Yu make us sturbon like dat, sotey wi turn from Yu? Make Yu kom back, bikos of doz wey dey serve Yu and bikos of di pipol wey bi yor own.
Pipol wey nor gri listin to wetin God tok, dem dey tell dem sey, ‘Evritin go-go well with una!’ And dem dey tell sturbon pipol sey, ‘Bad tins nor go happen to una at-all!’
Si yong and old pipol don die for di street. Enemies don kill both boys and girls. Yu don kill dem, bikos Yu dey vex and Yu nor sorry for dem wen Yu dey kut dem.
As I still dey tok, Pelataya wey bi Benaya pikin, kon fall die. I fall face groun kon shaut, “God wey get pawa well-well, nor bi so o-o! Yu won kill evribody wey remain for Israel?”