Oded wey bi God profet, dey der. E go meet di sojas wen dem rish Samaria kon sey, “Si, bikos una grand-grand papa God dey vex with Judah pipol, na-im make am give dem to una. Una don kill dem well-well and God know evritin.
But wen I sey, “I go forget God and I nor go tok with en name again,” na dat time yor message dey bi like fire wey dey burn inside my body. Even wen I try to pritend sey nor-tin dey happen, I nor dey fit.
den why yu feel sey I know go sorry for Nineveh town wey dey for darkness? Place where en pipol many pass one hundred and 20,000 and wey get many animals.”
Yor sore nor get cure and nobody go fit heal yu again. Doz wey hear as dem take distroy yu, dey klap and sing with joy, bikos yor wahala and trobol, too mush.
For judgement day, Nineveh pipol go kondemn di pipol for dis time, bikos wen Jonah prish give dem, dem turn from sin kom meet God. And naw, somebody wey big pass Jonah dey here with una!
Si, di money wey yu nor gri pay di workers wey dey work for yor farm, dey kry against yu and di pipol wey dey gada wetin yu plant, dia kry don rish God ear.