Dem kon tell mi, “Tins hard for di pipol wey kom back. Dem dey for big trobol and disgrace. Dem neva fit ribuild Jerusalem wall and di gate wey awa enemies burn, still dey groun.”
so I tell di king, “My king, make yu live forever! Wetin nor go make my face look like who dey sick wen e bi sey dem skata and burn di gates for di town where dem beri my grand-grand papa put.”
I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Bikos I don make up my mind sey I nor go sorry for dis town, so I go distroy am. I go gi-am to Babilon king and e go burn am rish groun. Mi, wey bi God, don tok.”
and burn am rish groun. Dem go burn am with di house where pipol for don make mi vex, bikos dem dey burn incense give Baal juju on-top di house and dey pour wine as ofrin give oda gods.
So, just as I distroy Shiloh, na so too I go distroy dis my temple wey una trust sey go protet una, even doh I bin gi-am to una and una grand-grand papa.
Make una si as gold nor dey yuzful again. Di gold wey fine and dey shine well-well before, nor dey shine again and di temple stones don skata for di street.
But evritin wey I tok thru my profets, happen to una grand-grand papa dem, just as I tok am. So dem turn from sin kom meet mi kon sey, ‘Oga God wey dey lead heaven sojas, na en really ponish us, just as wi deserve am. E don do wetin E sey E go do.’ ”