Pesin wey dey make money with wayo, bi like bird wey dey hash egg wey e nor lay. Wen e don dey old, e go luz all di money wey e get, den e go know sey e bi fool.”
Dem go distroy en horse and shariot. Sojas wey dem hire from oda land, go dey fear and dem go weak like woman. All dia betta-betta tins go skata and pipol go tif and karry di ones wey remain.
God kon ask mi, “Amos, na wetin yu dey si?” I ansa, “Na basket wey fruit full.” Den God tell mi, “Di end don kom for my pipol, Israel. I nor go shange my mind again and I go ponish dem.
Den one from di seven angel wey whole di seven basin tell mi, “Kom make I go show yu how God go kondemn and ponish dat ashawo wey sidan on-top plenty wota.
Den dem go pak dust for dia head kon dey kry and mourn: “E bad well-well! Babilon, di big town and where all doz wey get ship for sea dey from get money, bikos na only one hour God take distroy am! E bad well-well for yu!