E go judge and setol kworel among nashons. E go setol many pipol kase. Dem go turn dia swod to ordinary blade kon use dia spear dey work for vineyard. Den, no nashon go fight against anoda nashon and dem nor go train pipol to fight war again.
God sey, “Na my savant wey I give pawa bi dis; di pesin wey I choose and I dey happy with am. I don put my Spirit inside am and e go judge di nashons well.
I go kom save dem kwik-kwik, bikos my time to win, don near. Mi mysef go rule all di nashons. Di lands wey dey far dey wait make I kom; dem dey wait with hope make I kon save dem.
All doz wey bin fight mi, dem go si dia dead body for road. Di worms wey chop dem nor go ever die and dem nor go ever kwensh di fire wey go burn dem. Dia dead body nor go dey good for human being to si.”
God go judge many pipol kon setol di kworel wey strong nashons get. Den dem go dey use dia swod and spears take dey work for farm. Pipol from difren kountry nor go fight each oda again or train dia pipol to go fight war.
Den, dem press di grapes for outside di town and blood rush kom out from di place where dem dey press dem. Di blood high rish five fit and e nearly rush rish two hundred mile.
Den I si heaven open and one white horse dey kom out! Dem dey koll di Pesin wey dey ride di horse, “Faithfulnes and Trut.” E dey judge without parsha or wayo even as E dey go fight war.
God go skata en enemies; E go skata dem with tonda from heaven. God dey judge di world from biginnin go rish di end. E go give en king pawa kon honor di one wey E anoint.”