Even bad animals go honor mi; jackals and ostrich go praiz mi wen I go make river flow for di desert, so dat di pipol wey I choose go get wota to drink.
Food and wota nor go hongry dem again. Sun and desert heat nor go burn dem again, bikos na di pesin wey love dem, go lead dem. E go lead dem go where wota for dey flow.
E tell mi, “Dis wota dey flow go di east, den from der go Jordan River Valley kon enter di Dead Sea. Afta di wota don flow go di Dead Sea wey get salt taste, di sea go kon turn to fresh wota.
But anybody wey go drink from di wota wey I go gi-am, nor go hongry for wota again, bikos di wota wey I go gi-am, go turn to river wey nor dey dry inside en belle and di wota go gi-am life wey nor dey end.”
yu go open dia eyes make dem for waka komot from darkness enter lite. Make dem komot from Satan hand, go meet God, so dat God go forgive dem dia sins and dem go follow di pipol wey God don make klean, bikos dem bilive am.’
E shaut with loud vois sey: “E don fall! E don fall! Babilon wey big well-well don fall! E don bikom di place where demons, evil spirits, bird and animal wey pipol hate, dey stay.