33 But Jesus turn look en disciples kon shaut for Pita, “Satan! Make yu go my back, bikos yu nor put yor mind for wetin God wont. Na wetin human being wont, na der yor mind dey.”
But David tell Abishai and Joab en broda, “Who make una judge? Yu won give mi trobol? Na mi bi Israel pipol king naw and nobody go kill Israel pesin today,”
But Job tell en wife, “Wetin make yu dey tok anyhow! Wen God give us good tins, wi take am. So naw wey trobol dey, make wi kon curse am?” Even as all dis tins dey happen so, Job nor sin or curse God.
Make pipol wey dey fear God beat and korrect mi with love! Make my head nor rijet good oil! True-true, even with all dia wiked plans, my prayers dey make dem fear.
But Jesus turn face Pita kon sey, “Satan, komot for my front! Yu bi stone wey block road, bikos yor mind nor dey for wetin God wont, but na wetin man wont.”
So Jesus vex kon look dem round, bikos dia heart strong well-well, den e tell di man, “Stresh yor hand.” So di man stresh en hand and di hand kon well again.
Den Jesus turn look Pita for eye and Pita kon remember di word wey Jesus tell am, “Before fawol go do ‘Kukuruku!’ dis nite, yu go don tok three times sey yu nor know mi.”
Dem go end for hell; na dia belle bi di god wey dem dey serve. Tins wey suppose make dem shame, naim dey make dem happy and na only tins for dis world dem dey tink about.