I don enter my gardin, my treasure and wife to bi! I don gada myrrh with spices and I don chop my honi-komb and my honey; I don drink my wine and my milk! Una wey sabi love, make una chop and drink until love shark una.
For Mount Zion, God wey dey lead heaven sojas go do big party for all di pipol for di world. For di party, plenty food go dey to chop and wine go dey to drink; betta meat and sweet wine go dey too.
Wen poor pipol and doz wey dem dey opress dey look for wota bikos dia trot don dry, den mi, wey bi God go ansa dem. Israel God nor go ever abandon dem.
I dey tell una sey, doz wey woship and obey mi, go get plenty food to chop and drink, but food and wota go hongry una wey dey disobey mi. My pipol go dey happy, but na disgrace go follow doz wey dey disobey mi.
But anybody wey go drink from di wota wey I go gi-am, nor go hongry for wota again, bikos di wota wey I go gi-am, go turn to river wey nor dey dry inside en belle and di wota go gi-am life wey nor dey end.”
Make una nor work for food wey nor dey last, but for food wey go give una life wey nor dey end and dat kind food, na only Man Pikin go fit give una, bikos na-im God send kom.”