Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
Pipol wey dey go Egypt for help, curse dey dia head! Dem dey put dia hope for di plenty sojas, ordinary horse and shariot wey Egypt get. But dem nor trust Israel God or kom meet am make E help dem!
God sey, “I bin dey ready to help my pipol, but dem nor kom meet mi make I help dem. I bin dey ready make dem look for mi, but dem nor even try. All di nashons nor pray to mi, even doh I dey ready to ansa sey: ‘Na mi bi dis, I go help una.’
Even with all dis ponishment from God, Israel pipol nor gri turn from sin go meet di Pesin wey go save dem. Dem nor even tink to setol with di Oga God wey dey lead heaven sojas.
But God sey, “My pipol foolish well-well, dem nor know mi at-all. Dem bi shidren wey nor get sense and dem nor dey kwik undastand anytin. Na only bad-bad tins dem sabi do.”
My pipol don die finish bikos dem nor know mi. Since di priests don rijet mi, misef go rijet dem as my priests. Since una don forget una Oga God laws, misef go forget to bless una shidren.
Before naw, wi dey bihave like fool; wi nor dey obey; wi dey deceive pipol; wi bi savant to tins wey dey sweet us; wi dey do bad tins and dey jealous odas; pipol hate us and wi hate dem too.
Wi know sey God Pikin don kom and e don give us sense to know di trut about God. And wi dey inside en Pikin Jesus Christ. Na-im bi di real God and na-im bi di life wey nor go end.