My pipol, make una nor fear; make Israel pipol nor fear at-all. I go save una from di far land where una dey as prisonas. Una go kom back to una house kon stay for peace and nobody go make una fear again.
God tell en pipol, “Make una stop and look round. Mi, wey bi God, don tok. Ask for di old way wey bi God own and make una follow am.” But dem ansa, “Dat nor bi di way wey wi like to follow!”
E go run follow en lovers, but e nor go fit katch dem. E go find dem, but e nor go si dem. Den e go sey, “I go-go back to my first husband. I betta well-well den wen I dey with am, pass as I dey naw.”