Mi at de kray fɔ Moab; di wan dɛn we rɔnawe, runawe go Zoa, ɛn Ɛglat Shɛlishia. Bikɔ, na di rod fɔ klem go Luit, dɛn de kray we dɛn de go ɔp; na di rod fɔ go Orɔnaim dɛn de ala se, dɛn yon dɔn dɔn;
Di pen pasmak! Di pen pasmak! A nɔ go ebul bia igen! O mi at-kes! Mi at de bit fas fas; A nɔ go ebul bia; bikɔs a de yɛri di trɔmpɛt in sawnd, we na di alam fɔ wa.
Luk dɔn kɔmɔt na yu, oli ɛn gloriɔs ples we yu tap. We yu zil ɛn yu pawa? Di want we yu kin wan fɔ si pɔsin na yu at, ɛn di sɔri we yu de sɔri fɔ pɔsin nɔ de na yu at fɔ mi igen
Dɛn kapchɔ ɔl di siti dɛn ɛn ful-ɔp ɔlsay wit ston. Dɛn blɔk blɔk ɔl dɛn wata we de flo ɛn kɔt kɔt ɔl di gud tik dɛn. Na Kir Arɛsɛth nɔmɔ bin lɛf we dɛn nɔ pwɛl, bɔt sɔm man dɛn we bin gɛt sliŋ atak de.