I go make kovenant wey nor dey end with dem sey I nor go ever stop to do good tins for dem and I go make dem fear mi with all dia heart, so dat dem nor go turn leave mi again.
Den I hear di man wey wear linen wey dey on-top di river as e raiz en two hand face sky kon swear with God name sey: “Na only three and half years remain; by di time wen God don save en holy pipol from who dey sofa dem, all dis tins go don happen.”
“Wetin I dey tok so nor koncern all of una, bikos I know di pipol wey I choose. Dis show sey God word na true sey, ‘Di pesin wey follow mi chop don turn to my enemy.’
So di sojas tell each oda sey, “Make wi nor tear am, but make wi gambol to si who go take am.” Dis tin happen to show sey, wetin dem rite for God word na true sey, “Dem go divide my klot, afta dem don gambol for am.” Dis na wetin di sojas kon do.
Den di angel tell mi, “Rite dis tin wey I won tok naw: ‘God don bless pipol wey en invite kom chop for di Lamb marriage!’ ” E still tell mi sey, “Dis na God true word.”
Den dem give each of dem long white klot kon sey, make una rest small until di oda savants and una brodas for Christ wey wiked pipol go kill, don komplete.