But Yu, my Oga God! Yu go send wiked pipol go di pit where distroshon dey. Doz wey dey kill pipol and doz wey dey lie, go kwik die, but as for mi, I go trust di Oga, wey bi my God.
Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
Efraim pipol go bi like plant wey en rut don dry and nor dey bear fruit again. Dem nor go get shidren and even if dem get, I go kill di ones wey dem like pass.”