“Make una go pray give God for mi and di pipol wey remain for Judah and Israel. Den ask am about di words wey dey dis book wey dem si, bikos God dey vex for us, bikos awa grand-grand papa nor obey en word as dem rite am for dis book!”
Na my hand I take make heaven and eart; dem with evritin wey dey inside na my own. Mi wey bi Oga God, don tok! I go bless di pesin wey dey honbol and dey ready to turn from sin kom meet mi; pesin wey dey fear and obey mi.
Make una listin to wetin God tok, “Una own pipol hate and porshu una bikos una dey obey my name. Dem dey laf una sey ‘Oya! Make una honor God name na! Make belle sweet una na!’ ” But make una nor worry, bikos na dem go shame.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.
So, my friends wey I love; pipol wey dey always obey mi, (nor bi only wen I dey with una, but una dey obey well-well, even wen I nor dey with una). Make una kontinue to do God work with all una heart, so dat una salvashon go full well-well,
Di pipol wey dey stay Bet-Shemesh kon ask, “Na who go fit stand before di Oga awa God wey dey holy? Na where wi won send di box go, so dat God go leave us?”