God sey, “Babilon pipol! Una tif from my pipol and e dey make una happy. Una dey enjoy like animal wey dey chop betta green grass. Una dey sing with joy like di nois wey horse dey make.
Tell di sojas make dem attack Babilon. Make evribody wey sabi shot bow, surround di town so dat nobody go eskape. Una must pay dem back kon trit dem, just as dem trit odas, bikos dem dey karry body for mi wey bi di Holy One for Israel.
So Adoni-Bezek sey, “I don kut seventy kings hand and leg komot wons and I make dem chop food from under my tabol. But naw, God don pay mi back for wetin I do to dem.” So, dem karry am go Jerusalem and e die for der.