8 I go send viktory kom from di sky like rain, so make di eart open and receive am; so dat salvashon and korrect judgement, go grow. Mi, wey bi God, go make dis tins happen.”
Dem nor tell yu sey na mi plan all dis tins before dem happen? I don do as I plan dem. Na mi give yu pawa to turn towns wey dem guide well-well, to where dem dey trowey dirty put.
Na so dis tins go bi until God go from heaven kon give us new life, den di desert go turn where fruit dey and di fruit tree go many like sey na forest.
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.
Dis na wetin God wey save una, di Pesin wey form una for una mama belle dey tok: “Na mi bi God wey kreate evritin. Na only mi stresh di heavens kom out kon design di eart as I wont.
E sey, instead of sadnes, E go give joy and happiness to doz wey dey mourn for Zion. Instead of sorrow, E go put praiz song for dia mout. Dem go bi like tree wey God plant by ensef. All of dem go do wetin dey rite and dem go praiz God for wetin E don do.
Pipol wey nor bilive, na wen una go stop to waste una time? Mi wey bi God promise to bring new tin kom dis eart and e go dey special like wen woman dey protet man.”
I sey, ‘Make una plant raitiousness for unasef, den una go harvest love wey nor dey end. Make una klear new groun for unasef, bikos dis na di time to turn kom meet mi, so dat I go save una.’
For dat time, sweet wine go dey pour like rain from di mountins and di hill go flow with milk. Wota go dey evriwhere Judah, but river go from God temple rush go wet Shittim Valley.
Bikos God don promote am make e dey en rite hand and e don receive di Holy Spirit wey en Papa promise and naw, e don pour di Holy Spirit for awa body, as una si am dey happen so.