Bikos of di gift wey God give dem wey bi; korn, wine, olive oil, sheep and melu, dem go gada kom sing with happiness for Mount Zion. Dem go bi like gardin wey dem pour wota put well-well kon get evritin wey dem wont.
“Di land know go listin to doz kountries wey dey laf or curse en pipol. Di land nor go make una shidren hongry or die again. Mi, wey bi di Oga God, don tok.”
I go gi-am back en vineyard den Trobol Valley go kon bi Hope Valley. E go ansa mi for der, just as e do wen e dey yong for di time wen e dey komot from Egypt.
Una harvest go plenty well-well, sotey una go still dey harvest korn until di time to pick grape and una go still dey pick grape for di time to plant korn. Una go get all wetin una won chop and una nor go fear for di land wey una dey stay.
Nobody go wahala dem wen dem dey plant dia seed. Dia vine go get many fruits; di groun go produce food and rain go always dey fall for dem. I go give all dis blessings to my pipol wey remain.
So Naomi kon decide sey e go-go back to Betlehem (and en shidren wifes follow am), bikos as e dey for Moab, e hear sey God don bless en pipol and honga nor dey dia land again.