So, make una run komot Babilon town! Make una run for una dear life! Make una nor die for nor-tin, bikos of Babilon pipol sin. I dey take my revensh and I go ponish dem well-well.
Di time to ponish Israel don rish; di time wey pipol go get wetin dem deserve. Dat time, Israel pipol go know wen e happen! Una sey, ‘Dis profet na fool. Dis man wey feel sey e know well-well, dey kraze!’ Una hate mi well-well, bikos una sin too many.
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.
But una sturbones and strong heart nor let una turn from sin kom meet God, so una dey make una ponishment many more-more, for di Day wen God go judge di world, bikos en na judge wey nor dey support bad tins.
Na di same word God take keep dis heaven and eart dey wait for fire wey go kom. E keep dem dey wait Judgement day. Di day wen E go distroy di pipol wey nor dey fear am.