E sey, instead of sadnes, E go give joy and happiness to doz wey dey mourn for Zion. Instead of sorrow, E go put praiz song for dia mout. Dem go bi like tree wey God plant by ensef. All of dem go do wetin dey rite and dem go praiz God for wetin E don do.
I still sey, “My pipol! Make una wear sak klot and roll for groun. Make una kry well-well and mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Bikos very soon, doz wiked sojas go kom distroy all of us.”
“E nor go betta for Korazin and Betsaida pipol! If to sey di mirakles wey dem do among una happen for Tyre and Sidon, dem for don turn from dia sin kom meet God, kon karry ashes put for head and wear tear-tear klot,