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.”
But wen di seven years don pass, mi, Nebukadnezzar kon look heaven and my sense kom back to mi. I praiz di Most High God kon give honor and glory to di Pesin wey dey live forever and en kingdom go last forever.
Evry priests dey kollect one out of evry ten tins wey pipol bring, but dem nor dey stay for di world forever, esept Melkizedek, bikos God word tish us sey, e dey alive.
E swear with di Pesin name wey go dey forever and ever. Na dis Pesin kreate di heaven, eart, sea and evritin wey dey inside dem, den di angel kon sey, “Time go soon rish!”
And di Pesin wey sidan for di throne kon sey: “Make yu look! I dey make evritin new!” Den E kon tell mi, “Make yu rite all dis tins, bikos dis word na word wey pipol fit trust and na true.”
Each for di for creatures get six feada and eye full di feadas. Dem nor dey ever rest for nite or day and dem dey always sey: Holy! Holy! Holy! Na-im bi di God wey dey mighty. Di Pesin wey dey since, wey dey naw and wey go soon kom.
Dem kon dey kry give di mountin and di rock sey, “Make yu fall on-top us and hide us from di Pesin wey sidan for di throne and make yu hide us from di Lamb vexnashon.”