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.”
So E make us si how E dey vex kon make us sofa di pains. En vexnashon dey burn like fire for evriwhere for Israel, but wi nor know wetin bin dey happen and wi nor still learn anytin from am.
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.
Wen dat day rish, di sojas wey dey kom from far, go make loud nois give Israel pipol; di nois go sound like wave for sea wey nak rock. Den wen yu look di land, yu go si sey e skata and dey dark, bikos di kloud don turn dia lite to darkness.
Make una respet di Oga una God, before E go bring darkness wey go make una kick stone fall on-top mountins! Make una respet am, before E go turn una lite to darkness.
Tell di forest for sout sey make e hear wetin God dey tok: Look! I won start fire wey go burn all di tree wey dey inside yu; weda dem fresh or dry. Nor-tin go fit kwensh di fire. Di fire go from sout go nort and evribody go feel as di fire hot rish.
For dat day, darkness go kover di land and kloud go full evriwhere! Strong-strong sojas go kom and dem go bi like darkness wey spread kover di mountins. Dis kind tin neva happen before and sometin like dis nor go ever happen again.
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.
Una nor go get food to chop and ten wimen go dey bake all dia bread wey dem get for only one oven. Dem go share am and afta una don chop finish, una go still dey hongry.
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!
Betta pipol wey dey fear God, don die komot di eart and e nor get anybody wey dey good and honest for dis eart again. Evribody for di eart dey wait to kill each oda; dem dey set trap dey wait dia brodas for road.
Bikos boy pikin go rijet en papa and na so too girl pikin go rijet en mama. Wife go sey e nor know en husband mama and una enemy, go bi una family memba!
So God sey, “I nor go sorry for anybody for dis land again. Na mi mysef go put all di pipol under dia ruler pawa. Di ruler go distroy di eart and I nor go save pipol from en pawa.”
Den I tell di sheep sey, “I nor go bi una shepad again. So doz wey won die, make dem die and doz wey dem go distroy, make dem distroy dem. Doz wey remain, go distroy each oda.”
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.