So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
God dey find place put pipol wey don run komot from dia house bikos of war, E dey free prisonas kon make dem prosper. But pipol wey dey sin, dey stay for desert forever.
Strenjas, pesin wey nor get papa and mama or wimen wey dia husband don die, if anybody nor judge dia kase well, na curse go follow am. Den all di pipol go ansa, “Amen.”