My pipol, make una nor fear; make Israel pipol nor fear at-all. I go save una from di far land where una dey as prisonas. Una go kom back to una house kon stay for peace and nobody go make una fear again.
Dem wiked well-well and just as dem dey kut korn for harvest time, na so too I go kut dem trowey kon mash dem, just as dem dey mash grapes until di wine kom out finish.
But dem nor know wetin God dey tink; dem nor undastand en plans. Dis pipol nor know sey God dey gada dem, so dat dem go beat and mash dem pass like korn wey dem mash for groun.
Doz wey remain for Judah go stay for der. Dem go stay and dey chop for di house wey Ashkelon pipol run leave. Oga God go visit en pipol with kindness and make dem prosper again.
Den anoda angel kom out from di temple kon tell di one wey sidan on-top di kloud, “Make yu start to harvest with yor knife, bikos na di korrect time bi dis and di fruits for eart don ripe!”