Dem kon tell each oda, “Dem dey ponish us, bikos of awa broda Josef, bikos wi si en pain wen e dey kry make wi sorry for am, but wi nor gri listin to am. Na-im make all dis tins dey happen to us so!”
Balaam kon tell God angel, “I don sin. I nor know sey yu stand against mi for di road. So if wetin I dey won go do nor dey good for yor eye, I go-go house back.”
From di tins wey wi karry from Jeriko, I si one fine klot from Babilon, with two silva koin and one gold wey heavy rish fifty fit. I like dem, so I take dem. I hide dem under di groun for my tent centre.”