di Angel wey don protet mi from all wahala, bless dis boys. My name and my papa Abraham and Isaak name go shine for dia life. Dia shidren go many like san-san for dis eart.”
Di pawa rod nor go komot from Judah and di pawa to take rule, go always dey en leg, until e go rish di pesin wey really get am and evribody go obey yu.
God sey, “I bin dey ready to help my pipol, but dem nor kom meet mi make I help dem. I bin dey ready make dem look for mi, but dem nor even try. All di nashons nor pray to mi, even doh I dey ready to ansa sey: ‘Na mi bi dis, I go help una.’
Why Yu bi like pesin wey nor know before dem attack am or like sojas wey nor fit save pesin? But my God, Yu still really dey with us! Wi bi yor pipol, abeg, make Yu nor abandon us.”
Den I sey, “My God! Na Yu dey protet and give mi pawa. Yu dey help mi anytime I dey for trobol. Nashons go kom from evriwhere for di eart kon sey, ‘Di gods wey awa grand-grand papa dem get, na only to lie dem know and dem nor fit save anybody.’
Yu nor fit kompare God with anybody for dis world. E dey do wetin E like with di angels for heaven and pipol for dis world. Nobody fit shalenge or ask am, “Wetin Yu tink sey Yu dey do?”
I go make my pipol stay for di land and dem go prosper. Doz wey dem dey koll “No-pity” before, I go pity for dem and doz wey dem dey koll “Nor bi my pipol,” I go sey, “Naw, una don bi my pipol”, den dem go ansa sey, “Na Yu bi awa God.”
Den Israel pipol wey survive go bi like dew for morning wey God send kom di nashons; like rain wey go make plant grow and e nor dey wait for man before e fall.
God sey, “From east go rish west, pipol go honor my name for evriwhere. Dem go burn betta incense and offa betta sakrifice give mi, bikos my name go dey great among all di nashons.