Di desert go sing and shaut bikos e dey happy; e go fine like Lebanon mountins. Di soil go dey good like Sharon and Karmel farms. Evribody go si God glory, en greatness and pawa.
For dat time, God go make evry plant and tree grow big and fine well-well again. All di pipol wey go survive for Israel, go like di tins wey di land go produce.
Even if na one pesin for evry ten pipol remain for di land, dem go distroy am, e go bi like oak tree or Asherah pole wey dem kut for groun or sometin wey dey holy wey dem distroy. Dis holy tin, na di special family wey God choose.”
Even una small family wey dey honbol demsef, go dey great like nashon wey get pawa well-well. Wen di time rish, I go make dis tins happen kwik-kwik. Na mi wey bi God, tok am!”
I go make my pipol stay for di land and dem go prosper. Doz wey dem dey koll “No-pity” before, I go pity for dem and doz wey dem dey koll “Nor bi my pipol,” I go sey, “Naw, una don bi my pipol”, den dem go ansa sey, “Na Yu bi awa God.”
Na wi bi di really sekonsishon; di pipol wey dey woship God thru en Spirit; pipol wey dey happy inside Christ and wi nor dey put awa hope for wetin pipol dey do.
Di sevent angel blow en trumpet and one loud vois kon shaut from heaven: “All di kingdom for di world don bi God and Christ own. E go rule forever and ever.”