So Jakob waka go kiss am. Wen Isaak feel as en klot dey smell, e kon bless am sey, “Yes, my pikin dey smell like sey e dey inside bush wey God don bless.
Di desert go sing and shaut bikos e dey happy; e go fine like Lebanon mountins. Di soil go dey good like Sharon and Karmel farms. Evribody go si God glory, en greatness and pawa.
Wen una si sey dis tins dey happen, una heart go happy and una go prosper like grass. Den una go know sey, ‘Mi wey bi God dey help pipol wey obey mi, but I dey vex for my enemies.’ ”
I don first koll una olive tree wey get many fine fruit and leaf. But naw, I go kom like tonda kon put fire and e go burn di leaf, den break di branches dem.