E get one man wey en name na Naaman and na-im bi Siria sojas oga. Siria king like and dey respet am well-well, bikos thru am, God don make Siria pipol win many war. Naaman sabi fight well-well, but e get one kind diziz for body.
But who go fit bear di day wen E go kom? Who go fit survive wen E go appear? Bikos E go bi like strong soap wey dey spoil klot and like fire wey dey melt iron.
Nobody fit curse Jakob shidren; majik nor fit wound Israel pipol. And pipol go tok about Jakob sey, ‘Si di wonderful tins wey God don do for Israel pipol!’