until e go kom take una go one land wey bi like una own. Land wey food and wine full, where bread and vineyard dey; betta land wey get olive tree and honey. Den una go live and e nor go kill una.’ “So make una nor listin to Hezekaya, bikos e dey deceive una wen e sey, ‘God go save us.’
For dat time, sweet wine go dey pour like rain from di mountins and di hill go flow with milk. Wota go dey evriwhere Judah, but river go from God temple rush go wet Shittim Valley.
God sey, “Di day dey kom wen korn go kwik grow even before harvest time rish and grape go grow kon ripe before dem suppose make wine. Sweet wine go dey rush kom out from di mountins and wine go dey flow for di hills.
Evribody go stay for peace and dem go prosper. Dem go enjoy dia own grape and fig tree, bikos e nor get anytin wey go make dem fear. God wey dey mighty don promise!
E feed dem with milk from di animals and with di fats wey dey lamb body. E give dem betta ram and goat form Bashan, plus fine-fine food. Una don drink di wine wey sweet pass wey dem make from grape.
Den, dem press di grapes for outside di town and blood rush kom out from di place where dem dey press dem. Di blood high rish five fit and e nearly rush rish two hundred mile.
Make una kom chop kings, ofisas, sojas, dia horse, di drivers and human being flesh: weda dem dey free or dem bi slave, big or small pipol, make una kom chop beleful!”
I kon ansa, “My oga, na yu know di ansa.” Den e sey, “Dis pipol die bikos of Christ. Dem don use di Lamb blood take wosh dia klot, naim make am white like dat!