So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
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.”
I distroy Amor pipol, bikos of my pipol; men wey tall like cedar tree and get pawa like strong tree. I distroy di fruit wey dey dia tree kon skata di rut for groun.
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.