And di pipol wey dis fake profets dey profesai to, na war and honga go kill dem too. Dem go trow dia dead body for evriwhere for Jerusalem street and nobody go dey to beri dem. Dis tin go happen to all of dem, dia wifes and dia shidren. I go make dem pay for all di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.”
Anytime I dey strol outside di town, doz wey dem kill for war, na dia dead body I dey si for road and wen I enter di town, I go still si sey pipol dey die, bikos dem nor si food chop. Profet and priest dey do dia work, but dem nor know wetin dem dey do.”
Jerusalem sey, “God dey rite, bikos I go against en kommand. So pipol for evriwhere, make una listin kon si as I dey sofa! Dem don karry my shidren go Babilon as slave.
I don kry sotey wota nor gri kom out from my eye again; my heart don break. I don taya and e dey pain bi wen I si how dem distroy my pipol and how shidren dey faint anyhow for di town.
Si yong and old pipol don die for di street. Enemies don kill both boys and girls. Yu don kill dem, bikos Yu dey vex and Yu nor sorry for dem wen Yu dey kut dem.