Di Oga wey bi en God kon gi-am to Siria king. Siria pipol win and karry Judah pipol go Damaskus as prisonas. God still gi-am to Israel king and e kon distroy en kingdom.
Una kountry skata and evribody bin run komot der, but naw, e go dey too small for una pipol. And doz wey leave una wen una dey face wahala, God go remove dem from una forever.
I kon ask, “Oga God, how long dis tins go take happen?” E ansa, “Na till di town skata finish and nor-tin go dey inside again. Till nobody dey stay di house and na until di land don turn where dem dey trow dirty put.
God don make betta promise and E go make am happen with en pawa den E go sey: “Enemies nor go chop una korn again and strenjas nor go drink una wine again.
Just like lion wey kom out from where e hide put, na so too di pesin wey dey distroy nashons go kom out. E dey kom distroy Judah: di town go skata finish and nobody go stay der again.”
Na dis make mi pour my fire and vexnashon for Judah towns and all di street for Jerusalem. As e bi naw, dia life don skata and pipol wey si dem, dey fear.
For Judah town and Jerusalem street, I go make sure sey nobody dey shaut or happy with joy sey pesin dey marry. Dis na bikos di whole land dey empty and dirty don full der.”
Bikos una dey happy, I go let di tribe from east win una for war. Dem go build dia kamp for una kountry kon stay for der. Di food and milk wey suppose bi una own, dem go chop and drink dem.
Fire and sulfur go kover di whole land. Dem nor go fit plant for der and nor-tin go grow for der. E go bi like Sodom and Gomorrah, Admah and Zeboiim, di towns wey God vex distroy.