I goin tell wat I figga bout my peopo, cuz I da Judge. Cuz a all da bad tings dey stay do— Dey tell ‘Laytas!’ to me An burn sacrifice fo odda gods An go down in front da gods dey wen make wit dea hands.
Dat time dese peopo an da Jerusalem peopo goin hear, “Da army stay come! Dey jalike one hot dry wind come down from da high rocky places inside da boonies, an blow on top my peopo dat I love. But dis wind, not da kine wind dat ony blow da junks outa da wheat an barley, o dat clean stuff.
“Look! Da army guys, come jalike da clouds. Dea war wagons come jalike one strong wind! Dea horses run mo fas den da eagles fly. Bummahs! Us guys goin come wipe out awready!
“Az why Da One In Charge, da Boss, tell dis: Me, I da One dat stay agains you Jerusalem peopo! I goin punish you guys right dea wea you guys stay. An da odda peopos goin watch.
No matta da Efraim peopo stay good mo den da odda nations, One wind from me Da One In Charge Goin come from da east side boonies. Goin blow ova hea from da boonies. Ery puka dat get watta goin come dry. Odda peopos goin rip off all dea rich kine stuff.