I don enter my gardin, my treasure and wife to bi! I don gada myrrh with spices and I don chop my honi-komb and my honey; I don drink my wine and my milk! Una wey sabi love, make una chop and drink until love shark una.
“Wetin I dey tok so nor koncern all of una, bikos I know di pipol wey I choose. Dis show sey God word na true sey, ‘Di pesin wey follow mi chop don turn to my enemy.’
Di pesin wey won marry new wife naim bi di bridegroom. En friend, wey bi di best man, dey listin to am. E go dey happy well-well wen e hear di bridegroom dey tok. Na dis dey make mi happy and my joy don full.
Den di man tell Samson, “I bin tink sey yu hate my dota, so I kon gi-am to yor best man as en wife. But si, en yonga sista fine pass am well-well. Yu fit marry dat one.”
So Filistia pipol ask, “Who do dis tin?” Dem kon sey, “Na Samson, bikos en fada-in-law to bi wey kom from Timnah, give di woman to en best man.” So Filistia pipol vex kon go burn di girl, en papa and dia house rish groun.