So I tell mysef, “Na wetin go happen to fools, go still happen to mi! Both of us go still die! So wetin I kon gain with all dis wisdom wey I get?” So I kry kon tell mysef, “E nor get any good tin wey wisdom dey give!”
Even doh many pipol dey support am naw, anoda generashon go grow kon rijet am leta. So yu si, evritin dey yuzles and e just bi like wen pesin dey porshu breeze.
E get one man wey dey stay alone, e nor get pikin or broda, but e dey work hard to get more propaty. But e ask ensef, “Na who I dey work for sef wey make mi nor dey fit enjoy mysef?” All dis tins dey yuzles well-well o-o!
Who know wetin good for pesin for dis yuzles and short life wey wi dey live? Life wey bi like shadow, how wi won take know wetin go happen for di world afta wi don die?
Na breeze Efraim pipol dey chop. Dem dey porshu breeze from morning go rish nite. Dem dey gada lie and wahala kon enter agriment with Assyria and dey do business with Egypt pipol.