Wen all di sheep don gada for der, di pesin wey dey guide dem go roll di stone komot from di well mout for di sheep to drink wota. Den, afta dem don drink finish e go put di stone back for di well mout.
Food and wota nor go hongry dem again. Sun and desert heat nor go burn dem again, bikos na di pesin wey love dem, go lead dem. E go lead dem go where wota for dey flow.
But anybody wey go drink from di wota wey I go gi-am, nor go hongry for wota again, bikos di wota wey I go gi-am, go turn to river wey nor dey dry inside en belle and di wota go gi-am life wey nor dey end.”
Bikos di Lamb for di throne, go bi dia Shepad. E go take dem go drink from di river wey dey give life. And evry tears wey dey dia eyes, God go klean am komot.”