Nobody get joy or dey happy and inside di vineyard; nobody dey dance or shaut; no grape even dey to press to make wine, bikos I don end dia shaut for joy.
“I bin won gada my pipol, just as farmers dey gada wetin e harvest, but dem bi like vine wey nor get grape or dry fig tree wey nor get fig. Bikos of dis, I go let strenjas take dia land.”
I go distroy all en vine and di fig tree wey e sey en lovers gi-am, bikos e dey serve dem. I go turn en gardins to wildaness; den wiked animals go distroy dem.
Dis tin show sey na so too Israel pipol go dey: dem nor go get king or leader; dem nor go do sakrifice or serve stone again and dem nor go get juju or image wey dem go use take konsult dia gods.
Una wey dey drink anyhow, make una wake-up bigin kry. Una wey dey drink wine, make una kry; bikos dem don distroy di grape and all una sweet wine don finish.
So, pipol go tif and karry dia propaty kon skata dia house. Dem go build new house, but dem nor go ever stay inside. Dem go plant vineyard, but dem nor go ever drink from di wine.