doz wey bi leaders for Ammon kon tell di king, “Yu tink sey na bikos of yor papa wey die naim make David send dis pipol kom? Wi bilive sey e send dem kom spy di land, so dat e go kom fight and win us leta!”
Dem go dey fight each oda; Men go oppoz each oda and neighbours go fight against dia neighbour. Yong pipol nor go respet dia senior and foolish pipol go dey curse doz wey dem bin dey respet.”
Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
But I tell una, anybody wey vex for en broda, God go judge am too. Anybody wey curse en broda, go face di kansol and anybody wey koll pesin, ‘Mumu’, go-go hell-fire.
So Jesus vex kon look dem round, bikos dia heart strong well-well, den e tell di man, “Stresh yor hand.” So di man stresh en hand and di hand kon well again.
Wen di Farisee wey invite Jesus si wetin dey happen, e kon tok for en mind sey, “If dis man na profet true-true, e for know sey dis woman wey dey tosh am so, na sina e bi.”
So, bikos of Christ, God dey turn di world from en enemy, to en friend. E nor dey kount pipol sins against dem and E don give us di message wey go make pipol bi en friend.
Finally, my brodas and sistas, tins wey bi true; wey get respet; wey fine; wey pipol dey tok good about; wey good well-well; wey rish to praiz, na dis kind tins una suppose to dey tink about.