Efraim pipol, una own don finish! Una glory dey fade like flower wey breeze blow trowey, bikos una leaders don drink well-well and even with all di perfume wey dem spray, dem still sleep for dirty, bikos di drink don katch dem well-well.
Di land don dry and nor-tin dey inside again. Lebanon forest don dry finish; Sharon valley bi like desert naw and di trees for Bashan and Karmel mountin don dry finish.
Na how long awa land and di grass for di farm go dey dry? Awa animals and birds dey die, bikos of dis pipol wikedness! Pipol wey sey, ‘God nor dey si wetin wi dey do.’ ”
Jerusalem road dey mourn, bikos nobody dey pass der go celebrate again. Di town gate kwayet and pain won kill di priests dem. Di yong wimen dey kry, bikos di trobol wey dem dey face, too mush!