16 Efraim pipol go bi like plant wey en rut don dry and nor dey bear fruit again. Dem nor go get shidren and even if dem get, I go kill di ones wey dem like pass.”
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
I tell Israel pipol dis message: ‘Una dey happy, bikos of una temple. Una like to dey look and go der, but I go distroy am and di small-small pipol wey una get for Jerusalem go die for war.’
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.