I go still bring some food kom make una chop, so dat una go get pawa to kontinue una journey. Una don respet mi to kom my house, so make I serve una.” Dem kon ansa, “Tank yu; wi gri.”
kon tell en savants, “Make una look, wen Amnon don drink well-well, den if I give di orda, make una kill-am. Make una nor fear, but get mind, bikos I go take all di blame!”
Bikos of di gift wey God give dem wey bi; korn, wine, olive oil, sheep and melu, dem go gada kom sing with happiness for Mount Zion. Dem go bi like gardin wey dem pour wota put well-well kon get evritin wey dem wont.
Una nor go get food to chop and ten wimen go dey bake all dia bread wey dem get for only one oven. Dem go share am and afta una don chop finish, una go still dey hongry.
Israel pipol go bi like strong sojas and dem go happy like pipol wey drink wine. Dia shidren go remember as dem take win kon happy, bikos of wetin God don do.
True-true! E make una dey honbol thru honga kon dey give una food wey una nor know (manna) make una chop. E do dis to tish una sey human being nor nid only food, but dem still dey alive bikos of wetin God tok.