My pipol bi like sheep wey waka lost. Who dey guide dem don make dem lost. Dem dey waka anyhow for di mountins; dey from one hill go anoda. Dem don forget dia place where rest dey.
just as shepad dey kare for dia sheep wey skata kon gada dem again. For dat day wen di wahala go start, I go bring dem kom back from where dem skata go.
“Doz wey don lost and wey waka anyhow, I go find and bring dem kom back. Doz wey get sore, I go bandage am for dem kon heal doz wey dey sick; but doz wey fat and strong, I go distroy dem, bikos I bi shepad wey dey do wetin dey rite.
Di kountries wey hate dem nor go disturb dem again and wiked animals nor go kill or chop dem again. Dem go stay for peace and nobody go make dem fear again.
Una nor gri kare for di ones wey dey weak; heal di ones wey dey sick; bandage di sore wey some get; go find di ones wey waka anyhow or look for di ones wey lost. Instead, una dey trit dem with wikedness.