7 But whoeva touch one bush wit thorns Gotta dig wit one iron tool o da stick part a one spear. Den, gotta burn um all up, Right dea wea da bush wit thorns stay.”
Den, da Real Bad Guy dat stay broke all da rules, erybody goin see him an know wat kine guy him. But Da One In Charge, Jesus, goin show up an kill him. Jalike Jesus goin blow, an “poom!” no mo da guy. Jesus, he so awesome, he ony gotta show up fo wipe out da Real Bad Guy.
Whoeva no stay tight wit me, dey jalike one branch dat no stay good. Dass da kine branch peopo throw out, an da branch dry up. Den dey go get all da odda dry branches, an throw um inside da fire fo burn.
I no stay huhu wit my peopo no moa. If get peopo dat ack jalike Thorns an stickas Dat come up inside one grape farm, I goin attack um an burn um all up!
Let um grow togedda till dey stay ready. Den pull out da weeds firs, an tie um togedda fo burn. Den harves da wheat, an put um inside da storage place.’ ”
Da diffren peopos goin burn Jalike wen you pile up coral rock an wood An burn um slow fo make lime fo plasta. An jalike wen you cut down plenny thorn bush An dey burn real fas.
“An you, Fo Real Kine Guy. No sked dem, no sked wat dey tell. No sked, no matta da peopo all aroun you stay jalike thorns an stickas, an stay jalike scorpions undaneat you. No sked dem. Neva mind wat dey tell, an no matta dea whole ohana go agains me.