I go really bless yu kon make yor shidren-shidren plenty well-well and nobody go fit kount dem, just as nobody fit kount stars for sky or di san-san wey dey near river. Yor shidren-shidren go take all di tins wey bilong to dia enemies.
Make Yu remember Abraham, Isaak and Israel yor savants wey Yu promise sey, ‘I go make una shidren-shidren plenty like di stars for sky and all dis land wey I don tok about, I go give dem to una shidren-shidren and dem go stay der forever.’ ”
But di time dey kom wen Israel pipol go plenty like san-san for sea wey nobody fit kount or measure. Aldo God dey sey, “Una nor bi my pipol,” but di day dey kom wen God go sey, “God wey nor dey die, na-im bi una papa!”