3 Na nite wen I dey sleep Yu take test my mind kon shek my heart. Yu don shek mi kon si sey I nor dey wrong. I don sey I nor go sin with wetin I dey tok or do.
Den e tell Solomon, “My pikin, I kommand yu sey make yu know yor papa God and make yu use all yor mind and heart take serve am. E know all wetin wi dey tink and wetin wi wont. If yu go meet am, E go take yu, but if yu turn from am, E go abandon yu forever.
I know sey Yu dey test evribody heart and Yu dey like doz wey dey respet diasef. I put my body for groun kon use all my heart take give Yu all dis tins and I don si how all yor pipol dey happy as dem dey give Yu dia gifts.
But my God, Yu know mi! Yu dey si evritin wey I dey do and how I love Yu rish. Make Yu take dis wiked pipol komot like sheep wey dem won go kill. Tell us wen dem go die.
Wen dat time rish, sin nor go dey for Israel land again and wikedness nor go dey Judah, bikos I go forgive doz wey I save dia life. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”
E go bad for doz wey nor dey sleep for nite, bikos of di bad tins wey dem dey tink and plan to do. For early morning, dem go rush go do wetin dem plan, bikos dem get pawa to do am.
I go test di third part wey survive kon klean dem, just as dem dey klean silva for fire. I go test dem, just as dem dey test gold. Den dem go pray give mi and I go ansa dem. I go tell dem sey dem bi my pipol and dem go sey, ‘Na di Oga bi awa God.’ ”
But who go fit bear di day wen E go kom? Who go fit survive wen E go appear? Bikos E go bi like strong soap wey dey spoil klot and like fire wey dey melt iron.
Wi dey happy, bikos wi know sey di way wi dey live awa life for dis world and how wi dey bihave with una, dey show sey na God send us thru en pawa, nor bi human being own.
Dis kind sofa go show sey una faith na really one. Gold wey go spoil one day, dem still dey test am for fire, tok-less of una faith wey get value pass gold and e go bring praiz, glory and honor wen Jesus Christ go kom.
Yu yorsef go know sey today God don put yu for my hand for inside di rock. Some of my men sey make I kill yu, but I sorry for yu kon sey, ‘I nor go do bad tin to my oga, bikos na God choose am.’