Make I neva ever join dia meetin or go where dem for gada dey make plan. Bikos as dem dey vex, dem kill many pipol kon break animals leg just as dem like.
My heart dey kry for Moab pipol, bikos di pipol don run go Zoar, Eglat and Shelishiyah town. Some even dey kry as dem dey go Luhit, while odas eskape go Horonaim town.
But as una nor gri listin, I dey kry for sekret, bikos of una pride; I go kry well-well till I nor fit kry again, bikos dem don karry God pipol go as slave.”
But wen I sey, “I go forget God and I nor go tok with en name again,” na dat time yor message dey bi like fire wey dey burn inside my body. Even wen I try to pritend sey nor-tin dey happen, I nor dey fit.
Dis na wetin God tok about lie-lie profets: “Dem don break my heart and all my body dey shake. I bi like pesin wey don drink wine well-well, bikos of di wey dem dey trit mi and my holy word.
Make una nor sey, ‘No! E betta make wi go Egypt instead of us to stay dis land, bikos for der, wi go dey free from war and food plenty for der wey wi go chop.’
But di time dey kom wen I go make Rabbah pipol hear war nois, den dem go distroy and burn dia village rish groun. Den Israel pipol go take dia land back from doz wey take am from dem.
I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.
So I kon sey, “I go kry and mourn for di grass wey dey on-top mountin, bikos dem don dry and nobody dey travel pass der again. Dem nor dey hear fawol nois for der again and even bird and wild animals, don fly komot der.”
So my God, make Yu si as I dey sofa! My heart dey kry, bikos of my sins. Dem dey kill pipol for di street and even deat dey inside house too dey wait mi.
I don kry sotey wota nor gri kom out from my eye again; my heart don break. I don taya and e dey pain bi wen I si how dem distroy my pipol and how shidren dey faint anyhow for di town.
Den Daniel (wey en name na Belteshazzar) kon dey worry sotey e nor fit tok anytin. Di king kon tell am, “Belteshazzar, make yu nor let dis dream and en meaning worry yor mind.” Daniel ansa, “My king, e for betta sey dis dream na for yor enemy and wetin e mean, na for di pipol wey dey trobol yu!
“Na like dis di matter take end. But for mi, Daniel, my mind kon dey disturb mi well-well and I kon kover my face bikos I dey fear. But I still keep evritin to mysef.”
So I faint and I kon dey sick for some days. Den afta, I get up kon go do di work wey di king sey make I do. But di vishon still dey sopraiz mi, bikos I nor fit undastand wetin e mean.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.