23 But afta da army guys go way, all da place wea had tousan grape plants worth tousan piece silva, now eryting dat goin grow afta, ony goin be thorn kine plants.
In litto mo den one year, You guys dat stay shua notting goin hurt you, You goin shake an come sked. Cuz no goin get no mo grapes fo harves, An no goin get fruit fo harves.
I goin make um jalike da boonies wea no mo notting. Nobody goin trim um, o hoe hana da weeds. Plenny stickas an thorn bushes goin grow dea. I goin tell da clouds Fo no let um rain on top um.
I goin wipe out her grape plants an her fig trees Dat she tink, ‘Da guys dat make sex wit me wen give me dis fo pay me!’ I goin make her trees grow thick togedda Fo ony da wild animals eat all da fruits.
Even if da Israel peopo no come wipe out, You know wat goin happen?! Da Egypt peopo goin make um prisonas, An da Memphis peopo goin bury dem. Da thorn bushes goin take ova da silva dey like plenny, An take ova dea tents.
“Try lissen dis story fo you learn someting. Dis one bout da guy dat go plant one grape farm. He make one fence aroun um, an dig one hole inside da groun fo squeeze da grapes, an he build one watch towa. Den he rent da grape farm to some farma guys an go far away.