Wen yor pipol don know wetin dem do for dat land where dem for bi prisonas, den, dem turn kom meet and dey beg make Yu forgive and remove dem from di land where dem for bi prisonas, den dem go sey, ‘Wi don sin and do anyhow! Wi don do wiked tin!’
My Oga God, make Yu look mi kon hear my prayers for yor savants, Israel pipol, both for day and nite. I konfess sey wi, Israel pipol don sin. Wi and awa grand-grand papa dem don sin.
I go must do am, bikos of di bad-bad tins wey Judah and Jerusalem pipol don do. Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem do, I go distroy am with both dia king, leaders, priests and profets.
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.
But Jerusalem nor do wetin I kommand and e show sey e wiked pass di oda nashons. E disobey mi pass all di kountries wey dey round am. Jerusalem rijet my kommand and e nor gri receive my laws.