Make una kontinue to dey fool unasef! Make una dey bihave like pesin wey nor dey si! Make una dey stagga fall even wen una nor drink wine. Yes! Make una dey stagga waka, even doh una nor drink!
I go make pipol wey dey opress una, chop dia own flesh; dem go drink dia own blood like wine. Den evribody go know sey mi, wey bi God, na-im bi di Pesin wey save and free una. Dem go know sey, na mi bi di mighty God for Israel.”
God dey vex for en pipol and E don ready to ponish dem. Mountins go shake and pipol wey die, dem go leave dia dead body for street like dirty. God vexnashon nor go end for der, but E go still ponish dem.
Jerusalem, make una wake-up! Make una karry unasef up! Una don drink from di ponishment cup wey God give una, bikos E dey vex. Una drink am and e dey make una stagga.
Di pipol go dey waka anyhow for di land, dem nor go get hope and dem go dey hongry. So bikos of di honga and vexnashon, dem go look up kon curse dia king and God.
And di pipol wey dis fake profets dey profesai to, na war and honga go kill dem too. Dem go trow dia dead body for evriwhere for Jerusalem street and nobody go dey to beri dem. Dis tin go happen to all of dem, dia wifes and dia shidren. I go make dem pay for all di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.”
Anytime I dey strol outside di town, doz wey dem kill for war, na dia dead body I dey si for road and wen I enter di town, I go still si sey pipol dey die, bikos dem nor si food chop. Profet and priest dey do dia work, but dem nor know wetin dem dey do.”
I koll all di pipol wey love mi make dem help mi, but instead, dem kom deceive mi. Na honga kill my priests and leaders for di town wen dem dey find food wey dem go chop.
Wake-up for nite, make yu kry. Pour all yor heart like wota before God! Raiz yor hand as yu dey pray to am and dey beg for yor shidren wey dey faint, bikos honga won kill dem.
Just as gold dey important and get value, na so too Jerusalem shidren dey important before, but naw, pipol dey trit dem like ordinary pot wey dem make with klay.
Den I go trow my net on-top am kon katch am with my trap. I go take am go Babilon wey bi Kaldea pipol land (but e nor go si am) and na der e go for die.
Na God by ensef go send curse, problem, wahala, konfushon and E go dey fight una for evritin wey una dey do, until una skata and die finish, bikos of di wiked tins wey una dey do and bikos una don turn from am.