Na di Pesin wey sidan for di throne, make am. Di One wey dey on-top di eart and high pass di sky. Pipol for groun, small like ants for en eye. E dey stresh di sky like curtain; like tent where pipol dey stay.
Na mi bi di Pesin wey kreate di eart and na mi kreate di pipol wey dey stay inside. Na my pawa I take stresh di heavens out kon kontrol di sun, moon and di stars.
“As I still dey look, dem kom set throne and Oga God wey nor dey die kon sidan put. En klot dey white like snow and en hair bi like lamb skin. En throne dey bring fire like sey di wheel dey burn.
Dis God nor fit die and E dey stay for lite wey nobody fit waka near. Lite wey human being neva fit si. Make all honor and pawa bi en own forever and ever. Amen!