Awa Oga wey bi Israel God, Yu dey good. Wi, yor savants wey remain, kom meet Yu and wi dey konfess awa sins. Aldo wi nor get any rite to kom yor present again afta evritin wey wi don do.”
My God, Yu dey always trit mi well anytime wey I komplain give Yu. But I ask Yu one kweshon about good judgement: “Why e bi sey wiked pipol dey prosper and pipol wey nor dey honest, dey susid?
Jerusalem enemies don turn dia oga naw and dem dey prosper, bikos God ponish Jerusalem pipol for di sins wey dem kommit. Dem don katch and take dia shidren go far land.
“Since yu don forget how I kare for yu wen yu bi small pikin and yu don make bi vex with all di tins wey yu dey do, I must pay yu back for all dis bad tins. But, wetin make yu dey do ashawo join di bad-bad tins wey yu do?” God wey get pawa don tok.
But wen di seven years don pass, mi, Nebukadnezzar kon look heaven and my sense kom back to mi. I praiz di Most High God kon give honor and glory to di Pesin wey dey live forever and en kingdom go last forever.
“Awa God! Na only Yu dey do wetin dey rite, but dem dey disgrace us evriday, bikos Judah, Jerusalem and all di pipol wey Yu skata go evriwhere, nor gri listin to Yu.