I si di ram dey waka with en horn dey go west, nort and sout-side. No animal fit stop am or eskape from en pawa. E dey do wetin e like and dey bihave anyhow.
I distroy Amor pipol, bikos of my pipol; men wey tall like cedar tree and get pawa like strong tree. I distroy di fruit wey dey dia tree kon skata di rut for groun.
Na who fit stand wen God dey vex? Who fit survive en vexnashon wey bi like hot fire? En vexnashon dey burn like fire and mountins dey skata to pieces for en present.
Wen dem pass thru Negev, dem kon rish Hebron for Ahiman, Sheshai and Talmai, where Anak shidren-shidren dey stay. (Naw, dem don build Hebron seven years before dem build Zoan for Egypt.)
Na wetin go happen to us? Awa own brodas don make us dey fear, bikos dem sey, ‘Di pipol wey dey di land big well-well pass us; dia kountry dey big and dem fence am rish heaven. Wi still si Anak shidren-shidren for der too.’ ”