So Jerusalem wimen, make una kom si King Solomon dey kom. E wear di crown wey en mama take crown am for di day wen e marry and na dat day, sweet pass for en life.
Jerusalem pipol, make una dey great and strong again! God holy town, make una wear pride like klot! Pipol wey nor know God nor go enter una gate again.
“So make una happy with Jerusalem; all of una wey like dis town, make una happy for am! All of una wey bin dey mourn for am, make una happy with am naw!
Wen una si sey dis tins dey happen, una heart go happy and una go prosper like grass. Den una go know sey, ‘Mi wey bi God dey help pipol wey obey mi, but I dey vex for my enemies.’ ”
Zion pipol! Make una happy well-well! Jerusalem pipol! Make una shaut with joy! Make una look, una king dey kom meet una! E dey raitious and naim get viktory. E dey honbol and kwayet as E sidan on-top donkey dey kom.
As e dey tink how e go take leave am, God angel show ensef to am for dream kon tell am sey, “Josef, David pikin, make yu nor fear to marry Mary, bikos di pikin wey dey en belle, na Holy Spirit gi-am.
Di pesin wey won marry new wife naim bi di bridegroom. En friend, wey bi di best man, dey listin to am. E go dey happy well-well wen e hear di bridegroom dey tok. Na dis dey make mi happy and my joy don full.
Na wi bi di really sekonsishon; di pipol wey dey woship God thru en Spirit; pipol wey dey happy inside Christ and wi nor dey put awa hope for wetin pipol dey do.
For dat same time, betta eartkweke go happen and if dem divide di town into ten, one part go distroy finish. 7,000 pipol go die for di eartkweke and evry oda pesin go fear kon bigin tank God wey dey heaven.
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 one for di seven angel wey bin whole di seven basin wey di seven last ponishment full, waka kon tell mi sey, “Make yu kom, so dat I go show yu di woman wey won marry; di Lamb wife!”
Hannah kon pray dey sey, “My heart dey happy bikos of God; I dey blow my trumpet loud for God. I dey shaut and happy, bikos God don disgrace and save mi from my enemies.