18 But na wota go karry wiked pipol go; God go curse dia land and nobody go work for dia farm again.
Yu nor dey si again, bikos di trobol don too dark for yor eye and wota don kover yu.
Even before dia time end, wota don karry dem go.
Dem go press oil kom out from olive fruit and wine from grape fruit, but demsef nor go even si wota drink.
Dem just dey work for land wey nor bi dia own and dem dey chop from wiked pipol land.
Just as wota dey karry tins go, na so too fear go karry dem go and for nite, breeze go blow dem trowey.
I don si sey fool fit dey progress, but na wons wahala go kom distroy evritin wey e get.
My life just dey rush pass like speed boat; like eagle wey won katch rabbit.
Make dem vanish like wota wey dey flow! Make dem dry like grass wey pipol go burn trowey!
So, make dia food tabol bi trap for dem! Make e bi trap for all doz dia friends!
God don curse wiked pipol house, while blessings full raitious pipol own.
Una wey dey Tarshish, make una travel go back to una land, just as pesin dey cross River Nile, bikos Tyre don skata.
Una must honor mi with wetin una dey do, but if una nor gri listin to wetin I dey tok, I go curse una. I go bikos of wetin una do, curse evritin wey una get. True-true, I don already curse una, bikos una nor gri honor mi.