Pipol go dey sing for evriwhere for di world as dem dey praiz Israel pipol God wey dey raitious. But I nor get hope at-all and na die I dey die go so, bikos pipol wey dey lie, still dey lie and doz wey dey deceive odas, still dey deceive!
So heavens make una shaut for joy! Eart, make una shaut dey happy! Make di mountins bigin sing, bikos God go konfort en pipol kon sorry for di ones wey dey sofa.
God sey, “From east go rish west, pipol go honor my name for evriwhere. Dem go burn betta incense and offa betta sakrifice give mi, bikos my name go dey great among all di nashons.
Di sevent angel blow en trumpet and one loud vois kon shaut from heaven: “All di kingdom for di world don bi God and Christ own. E go rule forever and ever.”