So wen di pipol wey dem take from Jerusalem go Babilon won curse pesin, dem go sey, ‘Make God trit yu like Zedekaya and Ahab wey Babilon king roast alive!’
Di offisa, wise men, govnor and ministers wey dey serve di king, gada kon si sey di men wey dem trow for di fire, nor wound at-all! Nor-tin even tosh dia hair or sey dia klot burn. Even di fire sef nor smell for dia body!