Hazael kon ask am, “My oga, wetin make yu dey kry?” Elisha ansa, “Na bikos I know di kind trobol wey yu go kause for Israel pipol. Yu go burn dia propaty, kill dia yong men, distroy dia shidren and wimen wey get belle, yu go kut dia belle open.”
Na di wiked tins wey una do go ponish and kondemn una, bikos una turn from mi. So, una go learn as e betta and wiked rish nor to dey fear mi or forget mi wey bi di Oga una God.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
Tell dem sey, ‘God sey, “As long as mi wey get pawa dey alive, I nor dey happy to si doz wey dey sin, dey die. I prefer make dem stop to sin, so dat dem go get life wey nor dey end. So, Israel pipol, make una stop di wiked tins wey una dey do. Na wetin make una won kill unasef finish?” ’
I sey, ‘Make una plant raitiousness for unasef, den una go harvest love wey nor dey end. Make una klear new groun for unasef, bikos dis na di time to turn kom meet mi, so dat I go save una.’
Di time to ponish Israel don rish; di time wey pipol go get wetin dem deserve. Dat time, Israel pipol go know wen e happen! Una sey, ‘Dis profet na fool. Dis man wey feel sey e know well-well, dey kraze!’ Una hate mi well-well, bikos una sin too many.
God sey, “Ammon pipol don too sin, but I go ponish dem naw, bikos dem dey fight to get more land and wimen wey get belle for Gilead, dem tear dia belle open.