Bikos na from my own town I go for start to distroy kom rish dia own. Dem tink sey dem nor go ponish dem? No! Dem go ponish dem, bikos I go send war kom meet evribody for di eart. Mi, wey bi God wey dey mighty, don tok.”
God sey, “Moab pipol dey always stay for peace and dem neva ever karry dem go do slave work. Moab pipol bi like wine wey dem leave make e setol rish groun; wine wey dem nor dey pour from cup to cup. Yes! Di wine still sweet and en taste still good as e bi before.
Dem nor go spoil dia body with juju or anytin wey go make dem dirty or sin again. God go free dem from evritin wey dey make dem sin. E go klean dem; dem go bi en pipol and E go bi dia God.’
Israel pipol bi like grape vine wey grape full. But di more dem dey prosper, di more dem dey build juju altars. Di more good-good tins dey happen for di town, di more dem dey make and woship juju.
Na wons dem tif and empty evritin for di town kon turn am to where dem dey trow dirty put. Dia heart melt and dia leg kon dey shake. Honga won kill pipol and pipol face don dey shange kolour!
For dat day, una nor go dey shame bikos of all una sturbones against mi. I go distroy doz wey dey boast among una and una nor go ever dey sturbon for my holy hill again.