Wimen wey dia husband go die, go plenty pass san-san wey dey near wotaside. I go kill una yong men for aftanoon kon make dia mama sofa. Na mi make dem dey sofa and fear go katch dem well-well.
Listin to wetin mi, Israel God wey dey mighty, dey tok. “Dem nor go hear joy, happiness and marriage nois. Di pipol go dey alive to si all dis tins wen e dey happen.”
I tell Israel pipol dis message: ‘Una dey happy, bikos of una temple. Una like to dey look and go der, but I go distroy am and di small-small pipol wey una get for Jerusalem go die for war.’