Dem sey, “E for betta sey God kill us for Egypt, bikos wi even dey si food chop for der, but naw, E take us kom dis wildaness won kon kill us with honga!”
But di pipol dey hongry to drink wota, so dem still komplain, “Wetin make yu take us komot from Egypt? Na to kill wi, awa shidren and awa animals with honga?”
Blacksmit dey melt iron for fire. E go nak am with hammer until e get di shape wey e wont and na en strong hand e take dey make am. Wen e hongry, e go kon weak. If e nor si wota drink, e fit faint.
Anytime I dey strol outside di town, doz wey dem kill for war, na dia dead body I dey si for road and wen I enter di town, I go still si sey pipol dey die, bikos dem nor si food chop. Profet and priest dey do dia work, but dem nor know wetin dem dey do.”
Wake-up for nite, make yu kry. Pour all yor heart like wota before God! Raiz yor hand as yu dey pray to am and dey beg for yor shidren wey dey faint, bikos honga won kill dem.