“Yu show sey yu dey sorry for di bad tins wey una do kon respet God wen yu hear how I won use dis place and di pipol wey dey stay here, as strong ezample for pipol wey dem curse.” ’ God sey, ‘Yu tear yor klot kon kry for my present and I don hear yu.
E still make one blue stage for di middle. E long rish seven and half fit and na so e wide rish too, but e high rish four and half fit. E klimb di stage kon knee down for all di pipol front, den e raiz en hand go heaven
Dis na wetin King Cyrus for Persia tok, Di Oga God for heaven don make mi rule di whole world and E sey make I build temple for am for Jerusalem wey dey Judah.
Wen di time don rish for di evening sakrifice, I get up from where I sidan, but I still wear my tear-tear klot kon knee down, stresh my hand to di Oga my God kon pray.
I ansa dem, “God wey dey heaven go give us viktory. Wi bi en savants and wi go start to build. But una nor get rite, share or anytin to klaim for Jerusalem.”
E kon ask dem to pray to God wey dey heaven make E for sorry for dem kon show dem di dream and en meaning, so dat en and en friends nor go die with di oda-wise men for Babilon.