So, great Zion, God hill wey dey holy, no evil or wahala go dey der again. Just as wota dey full sea, na so too God word go full pipol heart for di land.
Wen all dis tins dey happen, pipol go sey, “Look! Make una si God for here! Wi wait for am and E don kom diliver us. Si God for here! Wi really wait for am. So make wi rijoice and dey happy bikos E don save us.”
So naw, make una komot from Babilon, make una run komot from der! Make una shaut with joy as una dey tok about am. Make una tell evribody for di world sey, ‘God don save Jakob en savant.’
God tell mi, “My savant, I get big work for yu; yu nor go only make Israel pipol wey survive, great again, but I go still make yu di lite for di nashons, so dat all di world go dey save.”
Oga God, make Yu raiz-up kon help us! Save us with yor pawa. Make Yu use yor pawa, just as Yu dey do before. Di monsta wey dem dey koll Rahab wey dey di sea, na Yu kut am to pieces.
I nor go rest bikos of Zion and bikos of Jerusalem I nor go kwayet until en raitiousness go shine kom out like morning lite and en salvashon like tosh wey dey shine well-well.
Den I si anoda angel dey fly for sky and e karry di Good News wey go dey forever dey kom prish give di pipol for dis eart, kountries, tribes, language and groups.