Wen Moses waka near di kamp kon si di melu and di way di pipol dey dance, e vex well-well. E trowey di stones wey dey en hand and dem kon break to pieces.
Una dey go di land where milk and honey full. But I nor go dey with una, bikos una bi sturbon pipol and if I travel with una, I fit go distroy una for road.”
So, Jeremaya my profet! Make yu nor pray or beg mi bikos of dis pipol. Wen dem dey trobol, make dem nor koll mi for help, bikos I nor go listin to dem.”
Den God tell mi, “Even if Moses and Samuel stand here dey beg for dis pipol, I nor go listin or sorry for dem. So make yu take dem komot for my front kon tell dem make dem dey go!
Den God tell mi, “Jeremaya! Make yu nor pray for dis pipol. Make yu nor kry or pray give mi bikos of dem! Nor beg make I save dem, bikos I nor go listin to yu.
“But even as dem dey wildaness, dem rijet mi. Dem break my laws kon rijet my kommand wey dey give life to doz wey dey obey am. Dem distroy di Sabat finish. Wen dem dey di wildaness, I dey ready to make dem feel as my vexnashon strong rish.
So make una konfess una sin to each oda. Make una pray for each oda, so dat God go heal una. Di prayer wey pesin wey good for God eye take all en mind pray, dey work well-well.