“O! Jerusalem pipol, O! Jerusalem pipol! Una wey kill di profets and stone di pipol wey God send kom meet una! I don dey try to gada una shidren as fawol dey gada en shidren under am, but una nor let mi do am.
make una happy and make belle sweet una, bikos na big tin dey wait una for heaven. Make una remember sey, na so di profets wey kom before una, sofa too.”
But make una love una enemies kon do good and make una nor espect anytin back wen una borrow anybody sometin. Na dis go make God pay una back and una go bi en shidren, bikos God ensef dey do good for wiked pipol and doz wey nor dey sey tank yu.
Make una nor let doz wey dey pritend and woship angels judge una. Dat kind pesin dey tok anyhow about vishon wey e sey e si, but na yeye tins and sin full en mind.
Naw, di prize for raitiousness dey wait mi and na God wey dey judge rite go give mi dis prize for di day wen Christ go kom. Di prize nor bi for mi alone, but na for evribody wey dey wait for Christ to kom back.
E feel sey e betta make dem laf am, bikos of di Mezaya wey dey kom, instead make e dey enjoy di fine-fine tins for Egypt. E do like dis, bikos e put en eye for God reward.
Nobody fit make belle sweet God without faith, bikos anybody wey dey kom meet am, must bilive sey, E dey alive and E dey reward pipol wey dey find am si.
God nor dey support pipol anyhow. E go remember how una help en pipol before-before and how una still dey help dem naw. Una bi God pipol and E nor go forget di love wey una show en shidren.
But Rut ansa, “Nor force mi sey make I leave yu! Anywhere wey yu go, na der I go-go. Anywhere wey yu won stay, na der I go stay. Yor pipol go bi my pipol and yor God go bi my God.
Boaz ansa, “Dem don tell mi evritin wey yu dey do for yor moda-in-law since wey yor husband die. How yu leave yor papa and mama and yor kountry kon stay with pipol wey yu nor know before.
E go enkourage and provide for yu wen yu don old, bikos yor pikin wife wey love yu, don born boy for yu. And wi know sey di woman betta pass seven boys to yu!”