Nobody get joy or dey happy and inside di vineyard; nobody dey dance or shaut; no grape even dey to press to make wine, bikos I don end dia shaut for joy.
Di happiness and joy wey dey Moab land, don vanish. I don make dia wine stop to flow from di winepress. Nobody dey to make wine for dem and una nor go hear happiness nois from der again.
Dem nor dey pray give mi with all dia heart. Instead, dem dey pritend dey kry and take body nak dia bed, just as doz wey nor know God dey do. Anytime dem dey do di korn and wine ofrin, dem dey kut demsef like sinnas and dem nor gri do wetin I tok.
“But Abraham ansa, ‘My pikin, remember sey wen yu dey alive, yu dey enjoy good tins, but Lazarus nor enjoy at-all. But naw, e dey enjoy for here and yu dey sofa for der.