So mi wey bi God dey sey, “Time dey kom wen pipol nor go koll dis place Tofet or Ben-Hinnom Valley again, but dem go dey koll am, di Valley Where Dem For Dey Kill Pipol!”
I hear as pipol dey gossip mi. Dem dey koll mi, “Di Man Wey Fear One Kill.” Dem dey treaten sey, “If yu tok anytin here, wi go ripot yu.” Even my friends before, dey look and dey wait make I fall. Dem dey sey, “E go fall enter di trap, den wi go know sey wi don revensh am back.”
But God ask, “Na wetin I dey si so? Dem dey turn back, bikos of fear. Babilon sojas win dia sojas and dem kon run. Dem fear kon kwik-kwik run and dem nor even look back.
So, di time dey kom wen dem nor go koll dat place, ‘Tofet or Hinnom Valley again’, but dem go koll am, ‘Valley where dem for dey kill pipol.’ Dem go beri pipol for der, bikos know oda place go dey to beri pipol put.
Just as dem dey invite pesin for party, na so too Yu invite my enemies and I kon dey fear. For di day wey God dey vex, nobody go fit eskape or survive am. Naw, my enemies don kill all di shidren wey I born and train.
I go soon ponish una wey bi lie-lie profets, bikos wetin una dey tok, dey skata pipol. Una nor go dey der wen my pipol go gada make decision; una name nor go dey among Israel pipol and una nor go ever kom back to di land. Den una go know sey na mi bi God.