Dem don fat and dey chop betta food. Dem nor know wen to stop all di bad tins wey dem dey do. Dem nor dey give doz wey nor get papa dia rite or give betta judgement to doz wey dem dey opress.
God sey, “Babilon pipol! Una tif from my pipol and e dey make una happy. Una dey enjoy like animal wey dey chop betta green grass. Una dey sing with joy like di nois wey horse dey make.
So wetin make dem get long-trot for di sakrifice and ofrin wey I sey make dem put for where I dey? Eli, yu don honor yor boys pass mi, bikos yu don make dem fat from di best part of meat from all di ofrin wey my pipol for Israel dey bring.’