You tink az good fo you, dat you put presha on me, o wat?! You like mess me up, da guy you wen work hard fo make, o wat?! An same time, how come you tink az good, all da plans da bad guys make?!
But get anodda guy Elihu, dat come real huhu wit Job, cuz Job stay tell dat he do wass right, an he no tell dat God do wass right. (Elihu, he Barakel boy from da Buz blood line dat come from da Ram ohana.)
Was ony you dat I wen do da bad ting to. Da way you see me, Was no right, da ting I wen do. Eh God, you stay perfeck, An you do da right ting Wen you tell you gotta punish me.
Cuz me, Da One In Charge, Da God Ova All Da Armies, I awready make dis plan. Who goin stop me? I stay ready fo use my powa. Who goin make me turn aroun an go home?
Da deal you guys wen make fo no mahke, No goin be awready! Da promise somebody wen make to you guys Fo no go da Mahke Peopo Place, No goin work! Wen da army guys come thru dis place, No ways you guys even can stan up, Jalike wen da big watta come!
“Bummahs! fo anybody dat make argue Wit da One dat wen make dem! Dey notting. Dey jalike one piece from one broke pot, An anodda piece from broke pots Dat get all ova da groun. You tink da clay aks da guy dat make pots, ‘Wat you stay making, aah?! Da stuff you make Look jalike you no mo hands!’
No ways! No matta erybody one bulaia, God erytime tell wass true! Jalike da Bible tell befo time, “Da peopo goin find out Dat wat he tell, az right. No matta dey tell dat he do wrong, He goin win still yet, Cuz he no do da bad kine stuff notting.”
Eh, braddahs, I goin talk bout someting dat erybody can undastan. If one guy make one will an sign um in front odda peopo, nobody can change um o make um come no good.
Dis wat I mean. God make da deal wit Abraham long time befo time bout Christ. Den, four hundred thirty year afta dat, God give Moses da Rules. But da Rules no mo da powa fo make wat God wen promise come no good.