‘I go koll di pipol wey dey nort and my savant King Nebukadnezzar for Babilon and dem go kom fight against Judah pipol and di towns wey dey round Jerusalem. I go distroy and skata dis nashon and di ones wey dey round am, forever. I go make pipol si and dey fear dem.
I don open di place where I keep my swods and war tins put. I don karry di swod wey I go take distroy, bikos mi, di Oga God wey dey rule evritin, get work to do for Babilon.
Babilon pipol bi like gold cup for my hand a nd di wine for inside dey shark di whole world. Di nashons drink from am and dem kon start to bihave anyhow.
“Even di strongest mountin nor go fit stand fight Zerubabel, bikos di mountin go turn ordinary groun for en front! And wen Zerubabel don put di final stone for where e suppose dey for di temple, di pipol go shaut, ‘Make God bless am! Make God bless di temple well-well!’ ”
Di day wen God go kom, go bi like wen tif dey kom for nite. Wen E kom, di heaven go disappear with loud nois and di stars for up go melt, di whole eart and evritin wey dey inside, go vanish.