All di glory wey Jerusalem get, don vanish. En prince bi like deer wey dey find grass to chop, bikos e dey hongry. Dem too dey weak to run from dia enemies wey dey porshu dem.
kon ova-trow and take kingdoms pawa from dem. I go distroy shariot and di pipol wey dey drive dem; di horse go die and di pipol wey dey drive dem, go kill each oda.
Saul kon kwik-kwik sleep for groun for der and e kon dey fear, bikos of wetin Samuel tok. E nor get any pawa to waka again, bikos e nor chop anytin from morning go rish nite.