12 As Elisha dey look, e kon dey shaut, “My papa, my papa, di shariot and sojas for Israel!” So e nor ever si Elijah again. Elisha kon tear en own klot to pieces.
Wen Elisha dey sick di sickness wey finally kill-am, Jehoash wey bi Israel king go visit am kon dey kry for en front sey, “My papa! My papa! Di shariot and soja for Israel!”
Den en savants go tell am, “Awa oga! If to sey di profet sey make yu do one big tin, yu nor go rush go do am? So dis one wey e sey make yu do, nor hard at-all, just go wosh yor body, so dat yu go well.”
Who don go heaven kom back? Who don ever katch breeze for en hand or wrap wota for klot? Who kreate di whole world? Na who e bi and na wetin bi en pikin name? Make yu tell mi, if yu know!
Assyria king don send en offisa oga kon curse God. Make God wey bi yor God hear dis curse, so dat E go ponish di pipol wey curse am. So make una pray to God for all awa pipol wey remain.”
Wi dey struggol as wi dey dis awa body. Wi dey karry heavy load, bikos wi nor won remove di klot wey bi awa body, but wi won wear heaven own join am, so dat life go swallow dis awa body wey fit die.