Oga, na Yu bi my God and e don tey wen I dey wait for Yu, bikos my soul dey hongry for Yu. My whole body dey hongry for Yu inside dis dry and pash-pash land wey nor get wota.
Den I go keep di promise wey I make with dia grand-grand papa kon give dem betta land. And na di land una dey today so.’ ” Den I sey, “Amen! My Oga God, make e bi as Yu tok!”
“Amen! Make God make yor profesy, happen! Make E bring all di betta-betta tins wey dem take from en temple and all di pipol wey dem karry go Babilon as slave kom back to dis place.
Anybody wey dey porshu and won kill yu, di Oga yor God wey dey heaven go protet yor life and nor-tin go happen to yu. But e go skata and kill yor enemies, wons and for all.