24 I tell: “Us wen hear stuff bout dem awready, An we lose fight. Us worry plenny, an dat make us come weak. We hurt jalike one wahine dat stay born one bebe.
Wen I hear dis, I come plenny sore inside An I move my body. Da pain stay grab me, Jalike wen one wahine start fo born one bebe. I stay all mix up an no can figga Cuz a wat I wen hear. Bodda me plenny an make me sked, Wat I wen see.
Goin get plenny army guys Dat stay come thru hea Ery morning, ery day, an ery nite, Jalike erytime da big watta come, An catch you guys an take you away.” Wen da peopo undastan wat dis mean, Dey goin be fo real kine sked an shaking.
You guys wen work hard Fo make da Babylon peopo tink You guys dea frenz. So den! How you guys goin handle bumbye Wen Da One In Charge put dem in charge a you guys?! You guys goin come real sore, Jalike one wahine ready fo born one bebe!
You da king dat live inside Lebanon kine palaces, Dat get cedar wood fo make high makamaka. You goin moan plenny wen you start fo hurt, Jalike one wahine wen she born one bebe.”
Tink bout dis— You tink one guy can born kids?! Den how come I see ery strong guy Wit his two hand on top his opu, Jalike one wahine dat goin born one bebe?! An erybody face come real white?!
“I hear somebody yell jalike one wahine dat stay hurt plenny! She moan jalike she stay born her firs bebe. Az da Jerusalem peopo yelling! Jalike dey stay try fo breave but no can. Jalike dey put out dea hands an tell, ‘Bummahs! Help me! I goin pass out! Da guys dat like kill me stay hea!’ ”
Da nation dat stay come Goin take ova da towns. Dey goin capcha all da place dat get strong wall. Dat time, da Moab army guys Goin suffa, jalike one wahine Dat suffa wen she born one bebe.
“Da Damascus peopo wen lose fight. Dey turn aroun fo run away, An dey no can stop shake. Dey ony tink How dey stay sad inside dem, Jalike one wahine wen she born one bebe.
Wen I hear all dat, my body stay shake. My lips shake cuz I sked. My bones come weak. My legs shake wen I stan. But I goin res easy An wait fo da time God goin punish dem, Dose peopo dat attack us.
Erybody goin tell, “Eh, eryting goin good! Notting goin happen to me!” Den bummahs! Right den an dea dey goin get it! Goin be jalike wen da pain hit da hapai wahine. No way peopo can run away from dat kine!