Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.
So wen di pipol wey dem take from Jerusalem go Babilon won curse pesin, dem go sey, ‘Make God trit yu like Zedekaya and Ahab wey Babilon king roast alive!’
I ponish dem many times for all di sinagog and I try to force dem make dem curse God. Bikos dat time, I dey vex for dem well-well, I even travel go oda towns go sofa dem, bikos of wetin dem bilive.