Den Elisha tell am, “For dis same time next year, yu go karry yor son for yor hand.” Den di woman ansa, “No o-o! My oga! Yu bi God profet, so make yu nor deceive mi yor savant.”
God na king and en glory wey dey shine well-well, kover evriwhere. True-true, God don kover ensef with glory, strent and pawa. Di world stand gidigba and nor-tin fit shake am.
Why my pipol nor ansa wen I go meet dem sey I go save dem? Why dem nor ansa wen I koll dem? I nor get pawa rish to save dem? But I fit kommand di sea make e dry kon turn river to desert, so dat di fish dem go die.
E nor get anoda god like Yu; Yu dey forgive yor pipol wey survive. Yu nor dey vex forever, instead, Yu dey happy to show yor pipol yor love wey nor dey end.
God wey dey lead heaven sojas sey, “My pipol wey remain fit tink sey all dis tins nor dey possibol, but with mi wey bi Oga God wey get pawa well-well, evritin dey possibol.”
Jonatan kon tell en savant, “Kom make wi go di oda side go meet all dis men wey dem nor sekonsaiz. May bi God fit fight for us. Nor-tin go fit stop God to save us, weda dem many or small.”