I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Cypress trees go grow for where grass dey naw. Myrtle trees go grow for where shuku-shuku dey. Dis sign go dey forever and e go dey remind una about wetin mi wey bi God don do.”
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.
Dem go skata di juju house on-top di hill for Aven where Israel pipol for dey go woship am. Shuku-shuku and grass go grow kover dia altars. Di pipol go shaut koll di mountins sey, “Make yu kom hide us!” Dem go tell di hill, “Make yu kom kover us!”
If e nor gri stop, I go naked am, just as e bi wen dem born am. I go make am bi like dry land, where nor-tin dey grow and I go let wota hongry am till e die.
Even if dem eskape distroshon for Assyria, Egypt sojas go kill dem and Memfis pipol go beri dem. Grass and shuku-shuku go grow kover all di place where dia house and silva dey.