Di first angel kon tell di sekond one, “Make yu run go tell di man wey whole di ruler sey, ‘Very soon, pipol and animals go plenty for Jerusalem, sotey di town nor go fit kontain dem again.’
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.
Make yu do evritin wey yu fit do, so dat God go si yu as betta pesin. Dey do yor work well as pesin wey nor dey shame, but dey ready to esplain God word wey bi trut.
Make yu run from doz tins wey dey hongry yong pipol to do, so dat yu go please God forever. Den yu go fit love and stay for peace with odas wey dey serve God with klean heart.