E go judge and setol kworel among nashons. E go setol many pipol kase. Dem go turn dia swod to ordinary blade kon use dia spear dey work for vineyard. Den, no nashon go fight against anoda nashon and dem nor go train pipol to fight war again.
All of una wey dey respet God and obey en savant words, di road wey una dey waka fit dey dark, but make una trust una Oga God! Make una put hope for una God.
God wey get pawa don tish mi wetin I go tok, so dat I go fit make pipol wey dey weak, strong. Evry morning, I dey-dey happy to hear wetin God dey tish mi.
“Who bi dis pesin wey dey kom from Bozrah wey dey Edom? Who wear fine red klot dey waka kom with pawa and strent?” Na mi God wey dey speak with raitiousness, wey dey mighty and get pawa to save.
Na my hand I take make heaven and eart; dem with evritin wey dey inside na my own. Mi wey bi Oga God, don tok! I go bless di pesin wey dey honbol and dey ready to turn from sin kom meet mi; pesin wey dey fear and obey mi.
En royal pawa go kontinue to grow. En kingdom go get peace forever. E go rule well like King David kon do betta tins with en pawa; e nor go opress pipol and E go rule from naw go rish wen di world go end. God Almighty go do all dis tins.
“Doz wey don lost and wey waka anyhow, I go find and bring dem kom back. Doz wey get sore, I go bandage am for dem kon heal doz wey dey sick; but doz wey fat and strong, I go distroy dem, bikos I bi shepad wey dey do wetin dey rite.
I go dey patient as God dey ponish mi, bikos I don sin against am. But afta E don ponish mi, E go fight for mi kon make mi win. God go take mi enter di lite and I go si en raitiousness.
Den e tell Tomas, “Put yor finger for my hand, make yu tosh am. Stresh yor hand put inside di korna for my belle. Make yu nor dey doubt again, but make yu bilive.”
I nor go fit do anytin with my own pawa, but na wetin I dey hear from my Papa, naim I dey use take judge. Any judgement wey I give, na true one, bikos I nor dey do my own tin, but I only dey do as my Papa send mi.
Den I si heaven open and one white horse dey kom out! Dem dey koll di Pesin wey dey ride di horse, “Faithfulnes and Trut.” E dey judge without parsha or wayo even as E dey go fight war.