Songs 101:2 - Hawaii Pidgin Bible2 I goin tink plenny bout how fo live Fo nobody poin finga me. So den, wen you goin come by me? Wen I stay inside my palace Fo judge peopo, I goin know Nobody can poin finga me. Gade chapit la |
“He da guy I wen pick fo come tight wit me. Dass how I know he goin tell his kids, an da peopo dat work fo him, an da peopo dat goin come from dem, dat dey all gotta live da way I tell um fo live, fo dem do da right ting erytime an stick wit my rules. Dass how I goin make happen fo Abraham da tings dat I wen tell him goin happen. Az why I goin tell um dis!”
Dis how you gotta do fo me: Pile up dirt fo make one altar fo me. On top da altar, kill sheeps an goats an cows fo make sacrifice—da kine wea you burn up da whole animal afta you kill um, an da kine you make fo show dat you an me stay tight togedda. Den ery place I goin tell you guys fo come, fo tink bout who me an talk bout me, I goin come by you dea an do good tings fo you.