Wen di men for di place ask am about en wife, e kon tell dem sey, “Na my sista.” Fear nor fit let am sey, “Na my wife,” bikos e tink for en mind sey, “If I sey na my wife, di men for dis place go kill mi make dem for fit get Rebekah, bikos e too fine.”
So Abimelek koll Isaak kon sey, “Dis woman na yor wife! Wetin make yu sey, ‘Na my sista e bi?’ ” Isaak ansa, “Na bikos I tink sey somebody fit kill mi just to get am.”
So as far as wi dey live dis yuzles life wey God give us, make wi enjoy am with awa wife, bikos dat na awa reward for all di trobol wey wi dey face for dis world.
Sisera mama look outside from window, bikos e dey wait for Sisera make e kom, den e kon sey, ‘Why en shariot nor kwik kom? Why wi nor dey hear en shariot nois?’