I wen pick da Efraim peopo, Fo make um come good looking an rich Jalike da Tyre peopo was befo time, Jalike I plant dem inside one nice place wit plenny grass. But now, da Efraim peopo gotta bring out dea kids Fo da ones dat stay agains kill um.”
Da Efraim peopo, jalike one grape plant dat no can grow. Dea root come all dry, An no mo fruit. Even if dey born mo kids, I goin kill da kids dey love.”
Goin be hard time fo da hapai wahines an da muddahs dat stay breas feed dea bebes! Erybody in da land goin suffa plenny, cuz God had it wit da bad kine stuff da peopo wen do.
Cuz da time goin come wen you goin tell, ‘Lucky now, da wahines dat no mo kids, da wahines dat neva born kids, an da wahines dat neva breas feed kids!’