Na God wont make e sofa and en deat na sakrifice, so dat God go forgive pipol dia sins. So en days go long and e go si en shidren-shidren and thru am, God go do wetin E wont.
“ ‘Afta di sixty-two weeks, di Pesin wey God choose, go die and nor-tin go remain. Di ruler wey get pawa pass, go bring sojas kom distroy di town and di temple. Di end go rush kom like wota; e go bring war and distroshon, just as God plan am.
“My Papa put evritin for my hand. Nobody know di pikin, but na only en Papa know am. Nobody know di Papa, but na only di pikin and anybody wey di pikin choose to show.
For dat time, di Holy Spirit kon make Jesus dey happy, so e kon sey, “I praiz yu, Papa wey bi Oga God for heaven and eart, bikos yu don hide dis tins from pipol wey get sense and wise, but yu show dem to yor shidren. Yes, Papa, na so yu wont make e bi.
“My Papa don give mi evritin. Nobody know who di pikin bi escept di Papa and nobody know who di Papa bi escept di pikin and pipol wey di pikin choose to show.”
Christ don save us from di curse wey di law bring, bikos e die for cross for us (just as dem rite am, “Anybody wey dem hang for tree, curse dey en head”),