One day, all of us go must die, bikos wi bi like wota wey pour for groun wey dem nor fit gada again. But God nor dey kill pesin, instead E go tink of how E go take bring di pesin kom back to ensef.
Dis na wetin Oga God tok: “Just as nobody go fit measure di heavens or open di eart foundashon, na so too I nor go ever rijet Israel pipol bikos of wetin dem do. Mi, wey bi God, don tok!”
I go make kovenant wey nor dey end with dem sey I nor go ever stop to do good tins for dem and I go make dem fear mi with all dia heart, so dat dem nor go turn leave mi again.
“Yu si as pipol dey sey I don rijet Israel and Judah pipol; di two family wey I choose? Na dis make dem nor dey respet my pipol at-all, bikos dem nor si dem as strong nashon again.
E nor get anoda god like Yu; Yu dey forgive yor pipol wey survive. Yu nor dey vex forever, instead, Yu dey happy to show yor pipol yor love wey nor dey end.
So Israel pipol, dis na wetin God tok: “Even doh Assyria sojas get pawa and dem many well-well, I go distroy and skata dem finish for dis world. My pipol! I know sey I don ponish una before, but I nor go ponish una again.