And before dem go gada di grapes wey don ripe afta di new leaf don fall, I go use my knife take kut di branches wey nor dey produce fruit kon break all di bad branches.
Dem wiked well-well and just as dem dey kut korn for harvest time, na so too I go kut dem trowey kon mash dem, just as dem dey mash grapes until di wine kom out finish.
But dem nor know wetin God dey tink; dem nor undastand en plans. Dis pipol nor know sey God dey gada dem, so dat dem go beat and mash dem pass like korn wey dem mash for groun.
God sey, “Jerusalem! Make yu raiz-up kon skata di nashons, bikos I go give yu iron and bronze horn, so dat yu go fit distroy many nashons! Yu go give di propaty and di money wey dem tif to Oga God wey dey rule di eart.”
Make di good seeds and di grass grow togeda until harvest. Dat time, I go tell di pipol wey dey harvest sey, “Make una first rut all di grass, tie and burn dem, den gada di good seeds put inside my store.” ’ ”