Bikos of dis, God dey ready to pity for en pipol; E sidan for en throne and E dey ready to forgive una. True-true, God dey good and evribody wey get faith and dey wait am, go happy well-well.
God still sey, “Nobody dey distroy good grapes, instead, dem go use dem make wine. And na so too I nor go distroy all my pipol, but I go save doz wey dey serve mi.
Den I ansa, “My God, even doh awa sins dey tok against us, make Yu kom save us bikos of di honor for yor name. True-true, wi don turn from Yu many times and sin against Yu.
Wen Kanaan pipol and evribody wey dey stay di land go hear wetin happen so, all of dem go kom distroy us and nobody go remember us. My Oga God, wetin Yu go do to keep yor respet?”