Den God go raiz-up as E do for Mount Perazim and for Gibeon Valley, so dat E go do wetin E won do. Even if wetin E dey do dey sopraiz us; E go komplete en wonderful work.
But as una nor gri listin, I dey kry for sekret, bikos of una pride; I go kry well-well till I nor fit kry again, bikos dem don karry God pipol go as slave.”
But my Oga, na Yu choose mi to serve yor pipol and dat na wetin I dey do. Yu know evritin wey I tok and I neva for wons ask Yu make Yu finish with dem.
I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.
Efraim pipol, how I won take leave or abandon una? I nor fit distroy una just as I distroy Admah pipol or trit una as I trit Zeboiim pipol? My heart nor go let mi do am, bikos di love wey I get for una, too strong.