Oga, na Yu bi my God and e don tey wen I dey wait for Yu, bikos my soul dey hongry for Yu. My whole body dey hongry for Yu inside dis dry and pash-pash land wey nor get wota.
So God nor go let any of di yong men eskape; pity for doz wey dia husband don die or doz wey nor get papa and mama again. Bikos all of dem dey wiked; dem nor know God and evritin wey dem dey tok, bad well-well. But God vexnashon nor go end and E still dey ready to ponish en pipol.
Yu wey dey stay for Dibon, kom down from yor place where honor dey kon sidan for san-san; bikos di pesin wey distroy Moab and skata en strong-strong buildings, go distroy una too.
Jerusalem sey, “God dey rite, bikos I go against en kommand. So pipol for evriwhere, make una listin kon si as I dey sofa! Dem don karry my shidren go Babilon as slave.
Si yong and old pipol don die for di street. Enemies don kill both boys and girls. Yu don kill dem, bikos Yu dey vex and Yu nor sorry for dem wen Yu dey kut dem.
If e nor gri stop, I go naked am, just as e bi wen dem born am. I go make am bi like dry land, where nor-tin dey grow and I go let wota hongry am till e die.