My God, even doh Yu don dey ready to ponish wiked pipol, dem nor still know sey Yu won ponish dem. Dem go si am and shame go katch dem wen dem si how Yu go take judge yor enemies for di world.
Dem go dey fight each oda; Men go oppoz each oda and neighbours go fight against dia neighbour. Yong pipol nor go respet dia senior and foolish pipol go dey curse doz wey dem bin dey respet.”
Dem don already prepare di place where dem go beri Israel enemies put; dem don make am deep and wide for dia king. Dem don gada di firewood and God breath wey bi like fire and sulfur, go kom like river wey dey flow kon distroy en enemies.
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
God sey, “Dis pipol bi like sojas wey don ready dia bows. Dem always dey ready to lie, bikos of dis, dem don get pawa for di land, but na wayo dem take get am. Dem don do many bad tins and dem nor dey tink of mi wey bi dia God.
I go remove di strong sojas wey kom from nort kon drive dem enter desert. I go drive dia leaders enter Dead Sea and doz sojas wey dey lead dem, I go drive dem enter Mediterranean Sea. Dia dead body go smell well-well. I go distroy dem, bikos of all wetin dem do una.
Dem go distroy evritin wey dem si like sey na fire burn dem. For dia front, di land bi like Eden Gardin, but wen dem don pass, e go bi like desert for dia back. Dem go distroy evritin finish.
God kon show mi anoda strong vishon. For dis vishon, I si as E dey ready to ponish en pipol with fire. Di fire burn di big sea, den e kon start to burn di land.
Jakob shidren-shidren go bi fire; Josef shidren-shidren go bi big smoke and Esau pipol go bi like leaf wey fall for groun, dem go burn dem rish groun, bikos God don tok!
Na who fit stand wen God dey vex? Who fit survive en vexnashon wey bi like hot fire? En vexnashon dey burn like fire and mountins dey skata to pieces for en present.
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.
“Di king go tell di pipol wey dey en left hand, ‘Make una komot from my side, una wey God don curse! Make una enter hell-fire wey dem prepare for devil and en wiked angels.
Bikos my vexnashon don kause fire and e don burn rish di part wey deep pass for di grave kon distroy di eart and en plants, den e skata di mountins foundashon.