“Even as I ponish una shidren rish, dem nor gri shange or listin as I dey korrect dem. Just as lion dey kill en enemy, na so too una don kill una profets finish.”
But if oda nashon or kingdom nor gri serve or respet King Nebukadnezzar for Babilon, I go ponish dat nashon with war, honga, diziz and I go distroy am.
God sey make I tell di king: “Yu don burn di book kon dey ask Jeremaya, ‘Why yu sey Babilon king go kom distroy dis land, kill evribody and all di animal?’
Den di ofisas go meet di king kon tell am, “Dis man must die, bikos wetin e dey tok, nor dey help di pipol; e dey kause pain kon make di sojas and evribody for di town, dey fear.”
My God, shebi na trut Yu wont? But even wen Yu ponish dis pipol, dem still nor gri shange and wen Yu nearly distroy dem, dem nor gri take korreshon. Dia heart strong like rock and dem nor won turn from sin kom meet Yu make Yu for forgive dem.
E know all my sins; so E put dem togeda kon hang and tie dem round my neck. I weak well-well, bikos my sins too heavy. God don make my enemies strong pass mi and I nor fit do dem anytin.