“But for naw, mi, wey bi God, dey sey: ‘I dey send enemies wey go katch dis pipol like man wey dey katch fish. Afta, I go send oda pipol wey go katch dem like huntas for mountins, hills and holes for rock.
But wen I rish Benjamin Gate, Irijah wey Hananaya pikin Shelemaya born wey bi di guards oga kon stop mi dey sey, “Na Babilon sojas send yu kom spy dis land!”
Di profet dem dey lie; di priests dey rule as dem like and my pipol like am like dat. But di day wey wahala and distroshon go start, na where dem go run go for help?
God kon ask mi, “Amos, na wetin yu dey si?” I ansa, “Na basket wey fruit full.” Den God tell mi, “Di end don kom for my pipol, Israel. I nor go shange my mind again and I go ponish dem.