E betta to go house where dem for dey kry dan to go where dem for dey celebrate; bikos evribody go die one day. So make pipol wey still dey alive put dis one for dia mind.
So E make us si how E dey vex kon make us sofa di pains. En vexnashon dey burn like fire for evriwhere for Israel, but wi nor know wetin bin dey happen and wi nor still learn anytin from am.
So make una listin! One news dey kom naw! Wahala dey kom from di nashons for nort! Dia sojas don skata and turn Judah town to desert where animals dey stay.
Make Yu vex well-well for di nashons wey nor gri woship Yu and doz wey rijet Yu, bikos dem don kill and distroy yor pipol finish kon turn awa land to desert.”
Na pipol wey nor dey faithful, full di land and dem dey live wiked life kon dey use dia pawa anyhow. Di pipol dey mourn and all di green leaf don dry, bikos God don curse dia land.”
So I kon sey, “I go kry and mourn for di grass wey dey on-top mountin, bikos dem don dry and nobody dey travel pass der again. Dem nor dey hear fawol nois for der again and even bird and wild animals, don fly komot der.”
Una must honor mi with wetin una dey do, but if una nor gri listin to wetin I dey tok, I go curse una. I go bikos of wetin una do, curse evritin wey una get. True-true, I don already curse una, bikos una nor gri honor mi.