So I ansa, “I don work well-well, yet my work nor mean anytin! I use all my pawa, but I nor gain anytin.” But I still bilive sey, God go defend and reward mi for evritin wey I don do.
I don already know how I go take ponish dem and dem don rite di way dem go take die for groun. I nor go look wetin dem don do kon trowey face, but I go pay dem back
for dia sins and dia grand-grand papa own. Dem don burn incense for juju hills kon tok bad tins about mi. So I go ponish dem for wetin dem don do pass.”
Wen una si sey dis tins dey happen, una heart go happy and una go prosper like grass. Den una go know sey, ‘Mi wey bi God dey help pipol wey obey mi, but I dey vex for my enemies.’ ”
Make una shaut for war for evriwhere for di town! Den, Babilon pipol go surenda. Dem go skata di town wall, bikos mi wey bi God, dey take revensh. So make una trit am, just as e trit odas.
Tell di sojas make dem attack Babilon. Make evribody wey sabi shot bow, surround di town so dat nobody go eskape. Una must pay dem back kon trit dem, just as dem trit odas, bikos dem dey karry body for mi wey bi di Holy One for Israel.
So my vexnashon go end and my ponishment go rest for dia head, den I go dey okay. Wen all dis tins don happen, una go si, undastand and know sey na mi God, tok to una.
Doz wey dey stay far, na sickness go kill dem; doz wey dey here go die for war; doz wey survive, na honga go kill dem. Dem go feel how my vexnashon strong rish.
Den di big town divide into three and di nashons kon fall rish groun. So God remember Babilon wey big well-well and E gi-am di cup wey full with en vexnashon wine.
One sharp swod dey kom out from en mout and e go take am distroy all di kountries. E go rule dem with strong hand and E go mash di grapes wey dey bring wine with strong vexnashon, bikos na God get all di pawa.