E allow Babilon king kill all dia yong men for dia temple. E nor sorry for di yong men or wimen, or even di old pipol. God give all of dem to Babilon king.
E go skata dem like pot wey fall press each oda kon break. Na so too shidren go bi to dia papa and mama. I nor go pity or sorry for dem. I must distroy dem and nor-tin go fit stop mi.”
Make una respet di Oga una God, before E go bring darkness wey go make una kick stone fall on-top mountins! Make una respet am, before E go turn una lite to darkness.
But naw, make honga kill dia shidren and make dem die for war. Make di wimen luz dia husband and shidren; make diziz kill di men and make di yong men die for war.
But my God, Yu know all dia plan to kill mi. Nor forget di wiked tins wey dem dey do and nor forgive dia sin. Make dem die for yor front and make Yu ponish dem as Yu dey vex.”
Naw, mi, God promise sey, “King Zedekaya with en ofisas and doz wey survive di war, di honga and diziz, I go give dem to King Nebukadnezzar for Babilon and to dia enemies wey won kill dem. King Nebukadnezzar go kill dem with swod and e nor go pity or sorry for dem at-all.” ’ ”
Dem dey shame sey dem do dis kind wiked tins? ‘No!’ Dem nor dey shame at-all; dem nor even sabi form sef! Bikos of dis, just as pipol wey don die, na so too dem go die finish afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
“If betta pesin kon start to do wiked tins and I kause wahala for am, e go die if yu nor warn am. E go die bikos of en sins; I nor go remember di good tins wey e do and I go whole yu for en deat.
Bikos of dis, for Jerusalem, papa and mama go chop dia pikin and shidren go chop dia papa and mama. I go ponish una and doz wey go remain wey nor die, I go skata dem for evriwhere for dis world.