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.
I go remove dem from strenja land; gada dem togeda kon bring dem back to dia own kountry. I go lead dem go back to di mountin and Israel river wey dey flow kon give dem betta food chop.
Den di man bring mi kom di temple front and I si wota dey kom out from under di gate dey rush go east; di place wey di temple face. E dey flow well for di sout-side for di temple near di altar.
For dat time, sweet wine go dey pour like rain from di mountins and di hill go flow with milk. Wota go dey evriwhere Judah, but river go from God temple rush go wet Shittim Valley.
Di tins wey wi take dey fight, nor bi dis world own, but na God make am strong, so dat wi go fit skata all di strong place where wiked pipol dey. Wi dey skata trobol;