God sey, “Moab pipol dey always stay for peace and dem neva ever karry dem go do slave work. Moab pipol bi like wine wey dem leave make e setol rish groun; wine wey dem nor dey pour from cup to cup. Yes! Di wine still sweet and en taste still good as e bi before.
I go use lantan take find all Jerusalem korna wey darkness pass, so dat I go ponish doz wey love to sin. Dem bilive sey God nor go fit do dem anytin; weda good or bad.
I komot here with my husband and shidren, but God don make mi kom back with empty hand. Wetin make una dey koll mi, ‘Naomi,’ wen una si sey God tok against mi and di One wey get pawa don make mi dey sofa?”