Make wi wake-up for early morning go di vineyard, so dat wi go si weda di grape vine don get new leaf and if di leafs don open or if di pomegranate fruit don dey grow. And na for der I go for give yu my love.
For dat time, God go make evry plant and tree grow big and fine well-well again. All di pipol wey go survive for Israel, go like di tins wey di land go produce.
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.
Israel pipol bi like grape vine wey grape full. But di more dem dey prosper, di more dem dey build juju altars. Di more good-good tins dey happen for di town, di more dem dey make and woship juju.
Joshua di High Priest and all di priests, make una listin to mi, na una bi my sign about wetin go happen; bikos I go soon bring my savant, wey bi di Branch!”
“Make una hear anoda parabol: One man plant vine for en farm, fence am round, dig pit where dem go for press di fruit wey dem go take make wine and build where sekurity go stay. Den e rent di farm give farmers kon travel go far place.
Jesus kon tok to dem with parabol: “One man plant grape for en farm. E fence am round, dig where dem go dey press di wine put, den kon build big house wey guide go dey stay. E hire am give tenants wey go dey kare for di farm kon travel go far.
E dey kut evry branches wey nor dey bear fruit for my body komot and e dey ripair evry branch for my body wey dey bear fruit, so dat e go bear more fruit.
Den Jesus tell dem, “Make I tell una true word, nor bi Moses give una bread from heaven, but God, wey bi my Papa, na-im give una di true bread from heaven.
Gentile pipol, una bi like branches wey dem add join olive tree. Una don take di place for some branches wey God first kut komot. So una dey enjoy di blessings, wey di rut dey give.
But dis new kommandment wey I dey rite give una so, naim bi di trut wey dey show inside Christ and inside una, bikos darkness don pass and di real lite don dey shine.