Wen you guys put up yoa hands fo pray to me I goin look da odda way. No matta you pray long time, I no goin lissen. Yoa hands stay dirty all ova From da blood a da peopo you wen kill.
Dey no goin even tink Bout da altars dey wen build wit dea hands fo da odda gods An da small kine tings dey make wit dea fingas. Dey no even goin look at Dea spesho tiki pos fo da wahine god Asherah An da places fo burn incense fo da odda gods.
“Eh! Fo Real Kine Guy! Tell da older leadas fo da Israel peopo: Dis wat me Da One In Charge, da Boss, tell: You guys stay come by Ezekiel fo find out wat I tell, aah? Fo shua I stay alive, an fo shua I no goin tell you guys notting wen you aks me stuff. Az wat me Da One In Charge, da Boss, tell.
Bumbye, dose leada guys goin yell real loud Fo Da One In Charge help dem. But he no goin ansa dem! Dat time he goin hide his face from dem guys, Cuz a all da bad kine stuff dey wen do.”
He aks Da One In Charge fo tell wat goin happen, but Da One In Charge no tell him notting—not inside his dreams, o wit da Urim da Main Pries Guy use, o from da guys dat talk fo Da One In Charge. Notting!