Jerusalem pipol, make una dey great and strong again! God holy town, make una wear pride like klot! Pipol wey nor know God nor go enter una gate again.
I kon ask, “Oga God, how long dis tins go take happen?” E ansa, “Na till di town skata finish and nor-tin go dey inside again. Till nobody dey stay di house and na until di land don turn where dem dey trow dirty put.
Dem don tif all wetin e get; all en betta tins don vanish. E dey look as strenjas dey use di holy temple anyhow; di place wey God sey make dem nor enter.
Even inside en pain, Jerusalem remember wen e nor get money or house to stay. E still remember all di propaty wey e bin get. But naw, en enemies don attack am and nobody gri kom help am. Di way e take fall, dey make en enemies laf.
Den I hear di man wey wear linen wey dey on-top di river as e raiz en two hand face sky kon swear with God name sey: “Na only three and half years remain; by di time wen God don save en holy pipol from who dey sofa dem, all dis tins go don happen.”
Dem go use swod kill some, karry some as prisona go anoda kountry and di Gentile pipol go distroy Jerusalem, until di time wey God sey Israel must sofa, go end.