Just as sheep dey waka like mumu, na so too dem go dey waka until dem enter dia grave; di place where Deat go bi dia shepad and oga. For morning, pipol wey dey fear God go rule ova dem. Dia body go rotin for grave wey nor even dey near dia fine house.
As yu dey buy and sell, na so too yu dey do bad tins and naw, where una for dey woship God, nor dey klean again. So, I vex set fire for di town kon burn am rish groun. Evribody don si sey yu don turn to ashes.
Doz wey remain for Israel go skata go oda nashons and dem go bi like lion among animals for bush; like yong lion wey dey mash and kill oda animals without who go save dem.
Den my enemies go si sey God dey for my side and shame go katch dem. Dis na di same enemies wey ask sey, “Where dat yor Oga God dey?” And naw, I go si as dem dey fall and I go mash dem pass like portor-portor for road.
Oga God sey, “Dem go bi my pipol. For di day wey I go kom judge di world, na dem go bi my own. I go sorry for dem, just as papa dey sorry for en pikin wey serve am.
Di sevent angel blow en trumpet and one loud vois kon shaut from heaven: “All di kingdom for di world don bi God and Christ own. E go rule forever and ever.”
Den, dem press di grapes for outside di town and blood rush kom out from di place where dem dey press dem. Di blood high rish five fit and e nearly rush rish two hundred mile.