King David tell all di pipol, “Na Solomon my pikin God choose, but e still dey yong and e neva sabi many tins. Di work wey dem won do dey hard, bikos dis nor bi palis for man, but na temple for di Oga awa God.
So make una look heaven and eart! Di heavens go vanish like smoke, di eart go tear like old klot and all en pipol go die like fly. But wen I diliver am, e go last forever. My viktory, na di final one.
E dey karry weak pipol komot from san-san and dey make poor pipol sidan with prince and princess kon put dem for where pipol go honor dem. Di foundashon wey di eart sidan put, na God get am; na on-top am E build di world.