I si one bad vishon sey, “Di pesin wey dey lie, go lie well-well and di one wey dey distroy, go distroy well-well. Elam sojas, make una attack! Media sojas, make una hide attack di towns! But God go end all dis wahala.”
Na who raiz di raitious Pesin kom from east kon make am stand and rule ova nashons and kings? With en swod, e turn dem to dust and with en bow, e make dem bi like grass wey breeze dey blow.
Na mi tell Cyrus sey, ‘Na yu bi di pesin wey go rule; yu go do wetin I wont make yu do. Yu go orda make dem build Jerusalem again kon ribuild di Temple.’ ”
Dis na wetin God tell Cyrus wey E choose, wey go use en rite hand distroy nashons, remove kings from pawa kon open gates so dat dem nor go klose am again:
I go make Cyrus take akshon, I go make all en road strait. E go ribuild my town kon free my pipol wey dem karry go anoda land and nobody go pay or bribe am.” Dis na wetin God tok.
Na from nort one nashon go kom attack and distroy Babilon. Babilon go turn desert where nobody dey stay, bikos en pipol and animals go run komot der.’ ”
Den my enemies go si sey God dey for my side and shame go katch dem. Dis na di same enemies wey ask sey, “Where dat yor Oga God dey?” And naw, I go si as dem dey fall and I go mash dem pass like portor-portor for road.