Just as apple tree dey among oda trees for forest, na so my love bi among di yong men. I dey like sidan for where e dey and en fruit dey sweet mi to chop.
For dat time, God go make evry plant and tree grow big and fine well-well again. All di pipol wey go survive for Israel, go like di tins wey di land go produce.
Evry tree for di land go know sey na mi bi God. I go kut di trees wey tall and di ones wey short, I go make dem tall. I go make green trees dry kon make dry trees, green. Mi wey bi God don tok and I go do wetin I sey I go do.”
Den fire katch di vine kon burn evritin plus en fruit finish and e nor go ever strong again. E nor go ever bi dat royal rod again. “Dis na di sorrowful song wey dem go always dey sing.”
Den e tell Korah and doz wey dey follow am sey, “Tumoro morning, God go show us who bi en own and who dey holy. Na only di pesin wey bi God own go fit enter en Holy Place.
Di gold altar where dem dey burn incense and di Kovenant Box wey dem kover with gold, dey der too. Di gold jug wey dem put manna, Aaron rod wey grow leaf and di flat stone wey dem rite di law put, dey inside dis box.