I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Den I go always guide and satisfy una with good tins. I go make una dey strong and well. Una go bi like gardin wey get plenty wota and like wota wey nor go ever dry.
Yu dey help pipol wey dey do wetin dey rite; pipol wey remember how Yu wont make dem dey live dia life. But wen wi kontinue to dey kommit sin, Yu vex for us. So na how wi wont make Yu take save us?
Bikos of di gift wey God give dem wey bi; korn, wine, olive oil, sheep and melu, dem go gada kom sing with happiness for Mount Zion. Dem go bi like gardin wey dem pour wota put well-well kon get evritin wey dem wont.
Evry tree for di land go know sey na mi bi God. I go kut di trees wey tall and di ones wey short, I go make dem tall. I go make green trees dry kon make dry trees, green. Mi wey bi God don tok and I go do wetin I sey I go do.”
E si one fig tree for road kon waka go where e dey, but e nor si anytin plok, bikos na only leaf di tree get. So e kon tell di tree, “Yu nor go ever bear fruit again!” At wons, di fig tree kon bigin die.