E get one man wey en name na Naaman and na-im bi Siria sojas oga. Siria king like and dey respet am well-well, bikos thru am, God don make Siria pipol win many war. Naaman sabi fight well-well, but e get one kind diziz for body.
But God sey, “Axe go fit sey e big pass di man wey dey use am? Abi cutlass dey important pass pesin wey dey use am kut sometin? Nor bi gun dey karry pesin wey hold am, but na di pesin dey karry am.”
Yu and yor pipol go attack my pipol like strong kloud wey dey pass di land. Wen di time don rish, I go send yu go skata my land, so dat dem go know who I bi and dem go si as I holy rish, bikos of di tins wey I go do thru yu.
But God tell dem, “Israel and Judah pipol, wetin I won take una do? Bikos di love wey una get for mi dey kwik disappear like dew for morning; like dew wey dey vanish wen day dey break.
But anytime di leaders die, dem go-go kontinue di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do. Dia own kon even worse pass di ones wey dia grand-grand papa do. Dem follow oda gods; dey serve and woship dem; dem nor gri stop dia sturbones and dem still dey do bad-bad tins.
“But dem forget di Oga wey bi dia God, so E give dem to Sisera wey bi oga for Hazor sojas, den to Filistia pipol; Moab pipol king and dem kon fight and opress Israel pipol.