Una dey opress poor pipol and nor gri give dem dia freedom. Una dey do like dis, so dat una go fit tif from shidren wey nor get papa and mama again and wimen wey dia husband don die.
Na God wont make e sofa and en deat na sakrifice, so dat God go forgive pipol dia sins. So en days go long and e go si en shidren-shidren and thru am, God go do wetin E wont.
So, I go honor and put am for where great men dey, bikos na only en sakrifice en life and dem si am as sina too. E karry evribody sins for en head kon pray so dat God go forgive us.
“ ‘Afta di sixty-two weeks, di Pesin wey God choose, go die and nor-tin go remain. Di ruler wey get pawa pass, go bring sojas kom distroy di town and di temple. Di end go rush kom like wota; e go bring war and distroshon, just as God plan am.
Bikos of dis, di law dey weak and yuzles and doz wey dey judge, nor dey judge well at-all. Wiked men dey opress good pipol; dem don turn betta judgement up-side-down.