God kon sey, “Make di land produce difren plants: plants wey go bear seeds akordin to how dem bi and trees wey go bear fruit akordin to how dem bi.” And na so e kon bi.
Food go many for di land and seeds go even dey grow well on-top mountins. Make trees bear betta fruit like di trees for Lebanon and make pipol for di land dey grow well like betta grass for di field.
Breeze from nort, make yu wake-up! Breeze from sout, make yu blow my gardin kon spread yor scent round am. My love, make yu kom my gardin kon taste en betta fruit.
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.
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.”
Den I go always guide and satisfy una with good tins. I go make una dey strong and well. Una go bi like gardin wey get plenty wota and like wota wey nor go ever dry.
Dem nor go hear wahala sound again for dis town; distroshon nor go skata una kountry again. I go protet and defend una like wall; den una go praiz mi, bikos I don save una.
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.