Israel pipol, wetin make una still wont make dem beat una? Una wont make dem ponish una pass dis ones? Sore don already full una head and una body don rotin finish.
But God ask, “Na wetin I dey si so? Dem dey turn back, bikos of fear. Babilon sojas win dia sojas and dem kon run. Dem fear kon kwik-kwik run and dem nor even look back.
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.”
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.
If dem ask yu sey wetin make yu dey kry, make yu tell dem sey, na bikos of di news wey dey kom. Wen di news kom, fear go katch dem well-well; dia hand nor go fit move, dia mind go fail dem and dia leg go dey shake. Di time don kom and na naw.” God wey get pawa don tok.
“I go make some among una wey una enemies karry go dia land dey fear well-well, sotey if una hear leaf sound wey breeze blow, una go dey run. Una go run like sey dem dey porshu una for war and una go fall wen no enemy dey near una.