Just as no one among di juju for dis nashon fit bring rain, na so too di sky nor fit make rain fall by ensef. So wi don put awa hope for yor hand. Na Yu bi awa God, bikos na only Yu fit do all dis tins.”
But my pipol don forget mi, dem dey burn incense give juju and na dis make dem fall komot for di way wey dem suppose follow. Dem nor dey follow di road wey I show dem, instead dem dey follow di road wey nor smooth at-all.
I go set fire for Egypt gods temple and Babilon pipol go burn dia gods or karry dem go. Just as shepad dey kill and remove all di lice wey dey en klot, na so too Babilon king go kill and remove Egypt pipol from dia land.
“Make yu go tell di nashons di good news! Tell di pipol make dem listin well-well! Nor keep di news as sekret! Tell dem sey, ‘Dem go seize Babilon kon disgrace Bel and skata Marduk wey bi dia gods, den distroy all dia juju.
Dem dey shame sey dem do dis kind wiked tins? ‘No!’ Dem nor dey shame at-all; dem nor even sabi form sef! Bikos of dis, just as pipol wey don die, na so too dem go die finish afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
I dey hear my pipol dey kry for evriwhere for di land sey, ‘God nor dey Zion? Abi Zion king nor dey der again?’ ” But God ansa, “Wetin make una go woship juju kon make mi vex?”
Di time to ponish Israel don rish; di time wey pipol go get wetin dem deserve. Dat time, Israel pipol go know wen e happen! Una sey, ‘Dis profet na fool. Dis man wey feel sey e know well-well, dey kraze!’ Una hate mi well-well, bikos una sin too many.
For dat day, I go remove all di juju name from di land and nobody go remember dem again. I go kill anybody wey klaim sey en na profet, den pipol mind nor go dey to go woship or serve juju again.
“Why una won do dis kind tin? Wi too na human being like una! Wi kon tell una di Good News, wey go make una turn from sin kom meet God, wey make heaven, eart, sea and all di tins wey dey inside dem.
Dem don make mi dey vex for di gods wey dem dey serve; dem don make mi dey vex well-well with tins wey nor mean anytin: So, I go make dem jealous doz wey nor bi human being: I go make dem vex well-well for kountry wey nor get sense.
But wen dem wake-up di next day again, Dagon dey groun for di Kovenant Box front. Dis time, en head and hand don break komot and e liedan face di door. Na only di body remain.