Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”
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.
I go sorry for Jerusalem and evribody wey dey stay di land wey dem skata. Even doh en land na desert, I go turn am to gardin and e go bi like Eden gardin. Joy and happiness go dey der and dem go sing songs take praiz and tank mi.
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.
Dis land wey bi like wildaness before, evribody go si and tok how e don turn and fine like Eden Gardin and how di town wey skata rish groun before, don fine and get pipol again.