Make una shaut for war for evriwhere for di town! Den, Babilon pipol go surenda. Dem go skata di town wall, bikos mi wey bi God, dey take revensh. So make una trit am, just as e trit odas.
Tell di sojas make dem attack Babilon. Make evribody wey sabi shot bow, surround di town so dat nobody go eskape. Una must pay dem back kon trit dem, just as dem trit odas, bikos dem dey karry body for mi wey bi di Holy One for Israel.
Israel pipol wey bi prisonas, make una kom back, bikos una don get hope. Make una kom back to di place where una go for dey save. I dey tell una naw sey, ‘I go give una doubol blessing, bikos of how una don sofa.’
Anybody wey dem suppose to katch, dem go katch am. Anybody wey swod go kill, dem go kill-am with swod. So, God pipol must bear well-well and get faith.
Den di big town divide into three and di nashons kon fall rish groun. So God remember Babilon wey big well-well and E gi-am di cup wey full with en vexnashon wine.
Di woman wear purpol and red klot kon wear gold for neck. E wear stones and beads wey dear. E hold one gold cup for hand and na yeye tins with sins full inside.