Dem kon tell mi, “Tins hard for di pipol wey kom back. Dem dey for big trobol and disgrace. Dem neva fit ribuild Jerusalem wall and di gate wey awa enemies burn, still dey groun.”
Den I pray, “My Oga God! Make Yu hear as dem dey laf us. Make dia laf and disgrace fall for dia own head. Make dem tif all di propaty wey dem get kon karry dem as prisonas go strenj land.
Jerusalem pipol, I go put pipol wey go dey guide una walls and dem nor go kwayet both for day and nite. But una wey dey pray give God, make una nor stop at-all.
Den I ansa, “My God! Yu know as I dey sofa. Abeg make Yu remember kon help mi. Make Yu revensh doz wey dey tok bad against mi. Nor sorry for dem, so dat dem nor go kill mi. Make Yu remember sey na bikos of Yu, dem dey curse mi.
En pipol dey feel di pain and dem dey find wetin dem go chop. E sell en betta-betta tins make e for si money take buy food chop, so dat e nor go die. So e kry, “My God, make Yu look kon si as I dey sofa.”
So my God, make Yu si as I dey sofa! My heart dey kry, bikos of my sins. Dem dey kill pipol for di street and even deat dey inside house too dey wait mi.
E nor keep ensef klean or tink of wetin go happen to am. Naw, e dey inside gutta and nobody won bring am out. So e kry kon sey, “Oga God, make Yu si wetin dey happen to mi; my enemies don win mi.”
Pipol wey dey pass di town dey look una with shame. Dem dey laf and shake dia heads, bikos Jerusalem don skata. Dem sey, “Nor bi di fine town wey di world bin like well-well bi dis?”
Si, Oga God! Why Yu dey ponish us like dis? Make wimen chop dia shidren wey dem love? Or make dem kill priests and profets for inside God temple, bikos of sofa?
My God, I don hear evritin wey Yu do and e sopraiz mi well-well. Even naw for awa time, make Yu still do dat wonderful tin wey Yu do before. Even wen Yu dey vex, make Yu sorry for us.