So I go still do tins wey go dey sopraiz dem: tins wey dem nor go undastand. Wise men nor go get anytin to tok; doz wey get sense nor go fit esplain wetin dey happen.”
Dis na wetin God tell Cyrus wey E choose, wey go use en rite hand distroy nashons, remove kings from pawa kon open gates so dat dem nor go klose am again:
I go make en ofisas, wise men, leaders and sojas drink anyhow. Dem go sleep and dem nor go wake-up again. Mi, wey bi God, don tok. I bi di Oga God wey dey mighty.
I go ponish una with war, bikos una nor keep di kovenant wey I make with una and if una gada for una towns make una for dey save, I go send diziz wey dem nor dey fit cure among una and una enemies go win una.