11 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.”
Afta una don do like dat, den God go sey, “Make una kom make wi setol di matter naw. Even doh una don stain unasef with blood bikos of una sin, I go wosh una white like snow. Even doh una stain red well-well, una go kon dey white like wool.
Una shidren wey una feel sey go die for road, di ones wey nor know good from bad, na dem I go give di land to. I go give dem di land and e go bi dia own forever.