Di ofrin smell kon make belle sweet God, so E tell ensef, “I nor go ever curse di eart again, bikos of wetin human being do; even doh I know sey since wen I kreate dem, na only bad tins dem dey tink. I nor go ever distroy evritin wey get life as I don do so.
sey, “Make una nor bring doz slave kom here! Una wont make us kommit more sin for God eye? Awa sin don plenty rish and God don dey vex for Israel pipol already.”
Na dis tin make God ponish una grand-grand papa dem kon distroy di town. Yet una still dey won make God vex well-well for Israel, bikos una nor dey make di Sabat Day holy.”
Una own don finish like who don die, bikos una pipol dey kommit sin. Una don spoil finish and dey do evil tins! Una sins dey bring una down, bikos una don rijet di Holy Pesin, wey bi Israel God kon turn against am.
“But dat generashon still rijet mi. Dem break my laws and dem nor gri keep my kommand wey dey give life to doz wey obey am. Dem distroy di Sabat finish. So, I dey ready to make dem feel as my vexnashon strong rish and I like to kill all of dem as dem dey di wildaness,