Na dis make mi pour my fire and vexnashon for Judah towns and all di street for Jerusalem. As e bi naw, dia life don skata and pipol wey si dem, dey fear.
My God, make yu si all di wiked tins wey dem dey do. Make Yu ponish dem, just as Yu ponish mi for all my sins. My pains many and e dey make mi sick well-well.”
Den I go trow my net on-top am kon katch am with my trap. I go take am go Babilon wey bi Kaldea pipol land (but e nor go si am) and na der e go for die.
Na who fit stand wen God dey vex? Who fit survive en vexnashon wey bi like hot fire? En vexnashon dey burn like fire and mountins dey skata to pieces for en present.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.