20 Di world go stagga like drunkard man; e go shake like house wey heavy rain dey disturb. En sin go draw am fall for groun; e go fall and e nor go raiz-up again.
God don konfuse dem; dem dey give wrong advise and evritin wey Egypt pipol dey do, nor dey rite at-all and naw, di pipol dey stagga like drunkard man wey sleep on-top en vomit.
Even di profets and di priests dey stagga bikos dem don drink well-well. Dem don drink plenty wine and e dey konfuse dem. Dem don drink sotey dem nor dey fit undastand di vishon wey God send kom or judge any kase well.
Make una kontinue to dey fool unasef! Make una dey bihave like pesin wey nor dey si! Make una dey stagga fall even wen una nor drink wine. Yes! Make una dey stagga waka, even doh una nor drink!
Dem skata where I dey stay won kon take my life like tent wey dem pul from groun; like klot wey dem kut komot from machine. Yes! I bin tink sey God won end my life.
All doz wey bin fight mi, dem go si dia dead body for road. Di worms wey chop dem nor go ever die and dem nor go ever kwensh di fire wey go burn dem. Dia dead body nor go dey good for human being to si.”
Den God tell mi, “Tell di pipol sey mi, Israel God wey dey mighty, dey kommand dem make dem drink till di drink katch dem. Dem go dey vomit until dem fall for groun and dem nor go fit get up again, bikos I dey send war kom meet dem.
E know all my sins; so E put dem togeda kon hang and tie dem round my neck. I weak well-well, bikos my sins too heavy. God don make my enemies strong pass mi and I nor fit do dem anytin.