I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
I go distroy all en vine and di fig tree wey e sey en lovers gi-am, bikos e dey serve dem. I go turn en gardins to wildaness; den wiked animals go distroy dem.
Even if dem eskape distroshon for Assyria, Egypt sojas go kill dem and Memfis pipol go beri dem. Grass and shuku-shuku go grow kover all di place where dia house and silva dey.
“Make una hear anoda parabol: One man plant vine for en farm, fence am round, dig pit where dem go for press di fruit wey dem go take make wine and build where sekurity go stay. Den e rent di farm give farmers kon travel go far place.