But Yu, my Oga God! Yu go send wiked pipol go di pit where distroshon dey. Doz wey dey kill pipol and doz wey dey lie, go kwik die, but as for mi, I go trust di Oga, wey bi my God.
Pipol wey don die, dey happy to welkom Babilon king. Pipol wey dey strong well-well wen dem dey life, dia ghost dey wait am and all di former kings ghost raiz from dia throne dey wait am too.
So from naw go, no matter how dem wota any tree rish, e nor go grow kon tall rish di kloud again. All of dem must die like man pikin, dem must die go where dead body dey.’ ”
“All di prince for nort plus Sidon pipol dey der too. Even with all di pawa wey dey make pipol fear before, dem still die with shame kon go join doz dead body wey dem nor sekonsaiz.”
Bikos my vexnashon don kause fire and e don burn rish di part wey deep pass for di grave kon distroy di eart and en plants, den e skata di mountins foundashon.
Curse dey dia head! Bikos dem dey bihave like Kain and bikos of long-trot, dem dey do di mistake wey Balaam do. So dem go must die like Korah, wey disobey God.