Bikos dem don run leave dia strong town. Di town wey pipol bin full don turn empty place. Nobody dey stay dia hill and towas again and naw, na der wiked donkey and sheep dey for chop grass.
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.
I kon ask, “Oga God, how long dis tins go take happen?” E ansa, “Na till di town skata finish and nor-tin go dey inside again. Till nobody dey stay di house and na until di land don turn where dem dey trow dirty put.
Wimen wey dia husband go die, go plenty pass san-san wey dey near wotaside. I go kill una yong men for aftanoon kon make dia mama sofa. Na mi make dem dey sofa and fear go katch dem well-well.
Jerusalem, where many pipol dey stay before, don empty naw. Di town wey great pass oda nashons before, don bi like woman wey en husband die leave. Na Jerusalem bi kween for di world before, but naw, na slave e bi.
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!
All di kings for di kountries wey dey near river go kom down from dia throne. Dem go pul dia crown and fine-fine klot komot body kon sidan for groun dey fear bikos of how dem dey distroy una town.