So Zeresh en wife and en friends kon sey, “Go make one pole where dem dey hang pesin put and make e high rish seventy-five fit. Tumoro morning, make yu tell di king sey make dem hang Mordekai for der, den belle go sweet yu go di party.” Haman like wetin dem tok, so e kon make di pole.
I go praiz God with all di bones wey dey my body kon sey: “Na who I wont take kompare with my Oga God? Na who go fit save pipol wey nor strong from pipol wey strong? Na who go fit protet pipol wey nor get help and poor pipol from tif?”
Yor eyes too dey holy to si bad tins and Yu nor dey like si pipol wey dey do wiked tins. So wetin make Yu dey sorry for dem? Wetin make Yu kwayet wen wiked pipol dey distroy pipol wey good pass dem?
Wen Pita si sey all dis tins wey dey happen nor bi dream, e kon sey, “Naw I know sey, True-true, God send en angel kon save mi from Herod hand and from all di tins wey di Jew pipol tink sey go happen.”
E get any profet wey una grand-grand papa dem nor kill? Dem even kill di messenja wey tok before sey, ‘Di Raitious Man go kom and una go gi-am to wiked pipol and dem go kill-am.’
My papa, si yor klot korna for my hand. Wen I kut am komot, I nor kill yu. So make yu know and undastand sey I nor dey plan to kill or fight against yu.