My God, nor let dem disgrace mi, bikos I dey koll make Yu kom help mi. Instead, make disgrace follow wiked pipol and make dem die go dia grave, where dem go dey silent forever.
Draw mi follow yu! Make wi kwik komot here! Make di king take mi go en room. Awa king, wi dey happy well-well, bikos of yu and wi like yor love pass wine. Yes, di yong wimen dey honor yu and dat na di rite tin to do.
Yu don make di pipol plenty kon give dem great joy. Dem dey happy for yor present, just as doz wey dey harvest wetin dem plant dey happy or as sojas dey celebrate wen dem divide wetin dem karry kom from war.
Di happiness and joy wey dey Moab land, don vanish. I don make dia wine stop to flow from di winepress. Nobody dey to make wine for dem and una nor go hear happiness nois from der again.