Naw, wetin una go do wen God won judge una? Wen God bring wahala from far kountry kom meet una, na who una won run go meet make e help una? Where una go hide una propaty and money put?
E go skata dem like pot wey fall press each oda kon break. Na so too shidren go bi to dia papa and mama. I nor go pity or sorry for dem. I must distroy dem and nor-tin go fit stop mi.”
“Mi God don tok. Di time don rish for mi to do wetin I won do. I nor go let una sin finish kon go like dat or sorry for una. I go ponish una for wetin una don do.” God wey get pawa don tok.
“So as long as mi God dey alive and as una don spoil my temple with una juju and all di bad tins wey una dey do, I nor go sorry for una wen I dey distroy una.
Wen dem hear wetin e tok, fear kon katch dem well-well, so dem ask am, “Wish kind tin yu do so?” Di men tok like dis, bikos dem know sey e dey run from God, just as e bin tell dem.
As dem dey run from Israel pipol go di low groun for Bet-Horon, God kon make big-big stone dey fall from sky for dia head go rish Azeka. Dem die well-well and di ones wey di stone kill, many pass doz wey Israel sojas kill.
Anybody wey dey porshu and won kill yu, di Oga yor God wey dey heaven go protet yor life and nor-tin go happen to yu. But e go skata and kill yor enemies, wons and for all.